Jam Baxter - Q [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Verse 1 [Jam Baxter]
The end of the end blues
Ran deep in their trembling flesh and their fresh wounds
I slept in the queue, extending in red plumes
Coiled round a rock restless, lepers in lead shoes
In single file silence, the slug trail marches
Craning necks stretch into ram's horn
Branches arching round shoulders
Eyes on stalks snake round the stick figures on their white hot forks
Fog falling, vendors in the distance
Flogging sugar eyelids, peddling religions
Penny for a lost day, seven for a sixpence
A cavalcade of kings and their devilish afflictions, hold line
One whisper tore through the doors yet again
And soared high above the rest for a second like a feathered friend
Shitting and burning in a simultaneous flash
Charred beak quivers as it hits the glacial mass
Old hag sobbing into wine glass dried bark
Smoulders in an old man’s pipe as the skies part
Lines start moving in their multi-coloured comet trails
Dogged pale ink blots choking on their patience
I tried to hold the vomit in my mouth I promise
And when my cheeks burst I felled a whole forest, honest
Push past them cut them and collide
‘Cos I dreamt of a fuckable stack of stunners stuck on the other side

Hook [Jam Baxter]
It's like snakeskin paths in the dust
Following the cracks in the caramel crust
Please save my place
White lights whirling in the brain
That led a tiny clown through a dying giant’s veins
Please save my place
So calling all mugs mice masters and mules
Cloud chewing hogs huge mutants and ghouls
Please queue here
Either that’s a glace cherry on his chest
Or the snipers had him locked in his crosshairs forever
Let me guess
Queue here

Verse 2 [Jam Baxter]
'We will now serve civilian a trillion and four
And snip the instrument for insolence positioned in his jaws'
Yelled a smug steward chewing on his tenth peppered steak
Cold hands rubbing at his wet lettuce face
Step forth, the doors dissolved just for him
Ushered into black clouds painting silver skulls on his supple skin
Muffling the wolf whistles streaming from beneath
That used to form an iron shell around his featureless physique
Now, his flesh slipped off him, to reveal his bones
Had grown mouths of their own to scream freedom for once
And each muscle slid into the sky dripping sweetened blood
Melting through the icy floor slipping on a sea of slush
Beating heart pukes a new gospel
In a stubborn gut takes a bow and crumbles in a puff of dust
A short fat cripple caught his eyes in a rusty jug
Inflating them to twin suns burning brightly up above
Lips stretched into plush red carpets
Unfurling further, phlegm forms the varnish
Every brain cell swanning out into the carnage
To pause for the cameras flashing, every pattern matching
It's mind splattering an intricate design
On every grinning speck of space spread in infinite supply
Nothing left but a grain of salt shrinking in the sky
We will now serve civilian a trillion and five

Hook [Jam Baxter]
It's like snakeskin paths in the dust
Following the cracks in the caramel crust
Please save my place
White lights whirling in the brain
That led a tiny clown through a dying giant’s veins
Please save my place
So calling all mugs mice masters and mules
Cloud chewing hogs huge mutants and ghouls
Please queue here
Either that’s a glace cherry on his chest
Or the snipers had him locked in his crosshairs forever
Let me guess
Queue here