Tuning Fork Of The Earth

England’s unkept
Jerusalem’s neglected
The last paradisal realm
Is the Eden ‘tween your legs

Vibrate, vibrate, vibrate
All the orbs vibrate
You’re the tuning fork of the earth

In the palace of your face
Each gesture is resplendent
It’s there I am a king
Where once I was a servant

Vibrate, vibrate, vibrate…

Stupendous
Binges in the Berlin
Go to the edge of thought
And report back again

Vibrate, vibrate, vibrate…

Sunflowers
Survive the Scottish winter
And the song it sings itself
Independent of the singer

Vibrate, vibrate, vibrate…