The Air Is Bright
Düane ‘Starpilot’ Aberle
[Verse 1]
The air is bright, it cools my skin
It breaks the night like violin
A festered swallow stark in coils
A magic martyr melted boiled
[Chorus]
Another one
It weighs a tonne
Another one
It weighs a tonne
Another one
It weighs a tonne
Another one
It weighs a tonne
[Verse 2]
The air is bright, the martyr is dead
As always it was just all in my head
Cooling skin, a pasty pallid sallow
Red with the heat of thought-pools shallow
[Chorus]
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It weighs a tonne
Another one
It weighs a tonne
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It weighs a tonne
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It weighs a tonne
