Parkavioleta
Don Lunfardo Y El Señor Otario
Purple Park
She invites you to taste her skin,
to sniff the perfume of the rocks
to jump on her blanket of speed
and to ride in her landscape of madness.
Welcome to a Crazy Dance,
Spiritual party!
I know poets coexist with a hunger to lose control..
Her cliff entices you to fall.
You're a slide straight into madness.
She wraps you in her wings and you don't take off.
You land on flowers with hooves.
Welcome to a Crazy Dance,
Spiritual party!
The dance is strange and falters you between lines of tribal orgy..
More of that, is what we want.
More of that, even if we're dead.
Purple Park is an expensive whim
Purple Park forces you to fly
Purple Park offers you its legs
Because her dress is the bottom of the sea.
(There's no way to manage so much madness).
Only one sun comes out...
It pulls you, crushes you, drags you into its cage.
You're lost in its gloomy tar.
You're the squeal of a vile wounded bird
that slipped away from its owner for dreaming of a brothel.
Welcome to a Crazy Dance
Spiritual party!
The dance is strange and falters you between lines of tribal orgy..
More of that, is what we want.
More of that, even if we're dead.
Purple Park is an expensive whim
Purple Park forces you to fly
Purple Park offers you its legs
Because her dress is the bottom of the sea.
Purple Park is such a strange creature
Purple Park forced you to fly
Purple Park offered you its legs
and its dress was the bottom of the sea.
