|Posted by MojosBeads on January 10, 2013 at 8:30 PM|
When the still sea conspires an armor
And her sullen and aborted currents breed tiny monsters
True sailing is dead
And the first animal is jettisoned
Legs furiously pumping
Their stiff green gallop
And heads bob up
In mute nostril agony
And sealed over
Categories: the Doors - Strange Days  Song Lyrics
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