Ricardo Echeverria - Circe's Circus lyrics

CIRCE Molly appears like a Saharan mirage Gold veining her dress and wrists On her camel she rides off to a blazing sultan Known as Boylan. Bloom gives birth to eight children. King Bloom, all the women of the world at his feet And he walks on this carpet of breasts and bottoms Back at the court, accused Bloom, pervert supreme Bears the whips of insults. He gave them wings. And also clipped them. These poor fallen women. He pleads guilty to being the messiah of smut. On the horizon approaches Bella, holding scanty lingerie She wants a gender trade. Bloom is familiar with garters. And Bello with trousers. And Boylan with Molly. But though the perfumed fingers of the who*es Dipped in the waters of Lethe dab his thirsty tongue He does not stay. He remembers Ithaca. Stephen's mother specters into the brothel, She ghouls her son to pray and the heat melts The reason of the gathered. Stephen's mind soups And oozes out of his ears. Madman, he sprints out to the street. (The crystal ball of fantasy and fancy rolls to the table's edge.) Angered at Stephen, Dublin packs its rage In the fist of a sailor (the crystal ball falls) Whose punch (shatters) the dreamscape. But Stephen and his jaw survive. Footing away the gla** pieces, Bloom spots the reflection Of a little boy in an Eton suit silently reading. He shouts “Rudy” in wonder, but the boy doesn't hear He reaches for him, but hits gla** like a window. He puts his face to it. The rows of black letters are like blinds you can only peek through. The limits of a page are meant to stop fiction's escape. Rudy closes the book, and Bloom's self is folded sideways Again 2D, again Dublin's night, again the beginning of Eumaeus. But already he thinks of the next time the boy opens this book To this chapter, to this end, to his face.