Paroles Formed Of Clay, Fire, Soot And Bone de Voodoo Economics

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Textes et Paroles de Formed Of Clay, Fire, Soot And Bone



I formed her out of clay and fire, soot and bone.
I gave her such a lush and steep and simple island home.
Keep to yourself. Be wary of gifts� I said.
But did she listen? Oh, no.

She sat in her first home, her castle of heat, for years.
Her box was ever beside her; her hand never strayed too far.
On the day she could no longer wait,
the sea, the Aegean, turned into a wave.
The fleet of the Cretans was broken.

Her step-father's lasting creation�
born of his thigh, to his wife's consternation�
unleashed a war on the mainland.
My little firecracker caused the death of the Cretan civilization.

Shattered and shaken and wet to the bone,
she asked for a lush and steep and simple island home.
Keep your gift to yourself. Be wary of it� I said.
But did she listen? Oh, no.

She stayed in her new home, La Isla Bonita.
She watched in discomfort as cretins took over.
On the day she could no longer wait,
the sea, the Atlantic turned into an iminami,
and the walls of the cretins were broken

(Thanks to Alison Conard for these lyrics)

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