The swinburne stomp
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Ain't no body swine like the swinburne stomp...
(frog did it)
The swinburne stomp (yay)
Before the beginnning of the earth
There came to the making of man
An' time was a gift of tears
Grief was a gla** that ran
Pleasure was pain for livin'
Summer was flowers that fell
Madness fallen from heaven
And madness risen from hell (yeah)
Strength without hands to smythe
Love that endures forever
Night the shadow of life
And life the shadow of d**h
And the hide gets tuck in hand
Fire in the falling of tears
And the measure of sliding sand
From under the feet of the young
And drift of the sea (ha)
And dust of the lay bearing earth
And bodies of things to be
In the houses of d**h and of birth
And rot was weeping in laughter
And fashion was floating in love
With life before the and after
And d**h beneath and a dove (ugh!)
Oh a day, and a night, and a 'morrow
But he strength might endure for a span
With prevail and heavy sorrow
The holy spirit of man (aaahhh)
The winds of the north and the south
They gathered as one to strike (aaahhh)
They breathed upon his mouth
They filled his body with life
Eye sight and speech they wrought
For the veils of the soul they're in
A time for labor and thought
A time to serve and to sin
They gave him light and his ways
And love and space for delight
And beauty and length of days
And night and sleep in the night
His speech is a burning fire
With his lips he trevelop
In his heart is a blind desire
In his eyes for knowledge of d**h
He weaves and is mold in derision
He souls and he shall not reep
His life is a watch or a vision
Between a sleep and a sleep