The slashed hips of a God, dropped like bait meat

but spinning like swimming little finning like flying

Dizzy, spinning torso

joke's on you, Eddie. We're still alive. We're still alive.

And what's more--we've learned to fly.

"the curled up lips from your slashed up hips; on baby, oh baby baby baby hush now oh baby sleep now oh baby"

"Meat won't broil in a sea that won't simmer, babe, water warm and cooing for some o' that wide-eyed love you got in you, babe, don't laugh,