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In Congo, Congo bound
Mosquitos, roots and muddy grounds
Drums from within the jungle
Rain comes down and it all turn to mumbles
Thru the falls, around the falls
We push further in
In Congo, Congo mud
Never dry always flood
Days are short and nights are long
The king of Congo sings his song
Thru the waters, them murky waters
We pushed on in
In Congo, Congo mud
Thru the skin into the blood
Madness just beyond the gloom
A lonely bride without her groom
Thru her brain, thru my brain
I pushed on thru
And capt'n Jack is on the loose
Wile of madness sick from booze
A 10 inch blade in his black hand
A king of Congo and his lands
Like a sweaty weather mill
Closing for the kill
I dreamt the y brought me to the sea
Where darkskinned children greeted me
And I screamed "Sail away, away with thee!"
Then woke up in my bunk
Away with thee, away from me
I pushed on thru
To Congo, Congo heat
Strange wild cities without streets
From distant fires foreign songs
Pulls me makes me long
Thru the untamed, thru the rain
Push on, push on thru
And blood keeps dripping from my hands
And life is slipping from my mind
And always mud n' never sand
Madland, badland, swampland
And the good lord giveth, and he takes away
The good lord gives and he takes
In Congo, Congo noon
In this clayhut in my gloom
Worms a'crawl beneath my skin
Where noone's free from sin
Beneath these drugs beneath the lies
I almost feel alive
To Congo, Congo sent
These riverbends never end
Thru fits from plague thru clouds of flies
I'm dropping these last lines
In my brain, in my brain
Where I, push, thru
Poetry by Andreas Borg
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Written on 2007-01-03 at 18:22
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Congo
And I pushed further in..In Congo, Congo bound
Mosquitos, roots and muddy grounds
Drums from within the jungle
Rain comes down and it all turn to mumbles
Thru the falls, around the falls
We push further in
In Congo, Congo mud
Never dry always flood
Days are short and nights are long
The king of Congo sings his song
Thru the waters, them murky waters
We pushed on in
In Congo, Congo mud
Thru the skin into the blood
Madness just beyond the gloom
A lonely bride without her groom
Thru her brain, thru my brain
I pushed on thru
And capt'n Jack is on the loose
Wile of madness sick from booze
A 10 inch blade in his black hand
A king of Congo and his lands
Like a sweaty weather mill
Closing for the kill
I dreamt the y brought me to the sea
Where darkskinned children greeted me
And I screamed "Sail away, away with thee!"
Then woke up in my bunk
Away with thee, away from me
I pushed on thru
To Congo, Congo heat
Strange wild cities without streets
From distant fires foreign songs
Pulls me makes me long
Thru the untamed, thru the rain
Push on, push on thru
And blood keeps dripping from my hands
And life is slipping from my mind
And always mud n' never sand
Madland, badland, swampland
And the good lord giveth, and he takes away
The good lord gives and he takes
In Congo, Congo noon
In this clayhut in my gloom
Worms a'crawl beneath my skin
Where noone's free from sin
Beneath these drugs beneath the lies
I almost feel alive
To Congo, Congo sent
These riverbends never end
Thru fits from plague thru clouds of flies
I'm dropping these last lines
In my brain, in my brain
Where I, push, thru
Poetry by Andreas Borg
Read 471 times
Written on 2007-01-03 at 18:22
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