blessed flagman on the deck of distant shores...
joel harris, worrybead, the gods of victory
Lyrics
get on with the afterlife,
every day, yeah, now every day is fine.
and sure, a circle's bound,
forever turning back in time.
god loves his universe. it's curved.
go on fuller now, say it proud!
you could not i daresay say to loud
for when the wind came up,
your precious dome, your precious
dome was sound.
sweet. true. sound.
here in the afterlife.
god loves his universes curved.
god loves his universe. it's curved.
god loves his universe...
...it's swerving fore and backwards,
turns to laugther in my brow,
time is the lathe upon heaven,
this roar. this holy holy sound...
...becomes my semaphore,
the blessed flagman on the deck
of distant shores. and sure, a circles
bound. forever turning back in time.
god loves his universes curved.
