Can't Smell Water No More

With brave arrogance I moved into the pond On stilts and doors I sat the house on Willows ringed the waterw And they eagerly sipped in teary laughter.
Captain of the ship commanding fish with my wine using my shore rocks to Wing ‘em for food and at that shore grammy (?) some wool and grab some grule And ?stock my thoughts where out in leaves with lantles (?).
The smell is sweet & the mosquitos get it And when calling out will always bet My answer in response reconfirmed with savage slaps There’s a mouth with fish tongues which is of green intriguing depth.
Then some sheep moved down to graze maliciously on the banks. I could have used them to be the fingers for the mouths. Bringing fleas or mosquitos down from surrounding areas and Commanding them with (wider?) also but their destructive habit became apparent.
At night the front of the face would be removed To reveal a mouth that encircled the face With a mouth that would be chewing the ashes Of dead men whose remains dripped from nostril gashes.
The heart would start up and smack me like a paddle Surrounded by the man killing creatures ??? babbles? The spirits extending their length over the waters Laying back laughing on the stinking haunches yelling for me to come get it
Nostrils assaulted and destroyed the gaping pond mouth No longer reassuring friend but mosquito infested Hole filled with storm piss when the sheep laugh at my breath Hope in laying scentless carnage in stilt den
20 days later a destroyed bank with more despaired stripped Willams (?) looking for brab bait and bartle on the land Sitting grim looking at the stinking shore One scent doesn’t uplift: can’t smell water no more	[The record's locked groove begins before all the lyrics can be sung.]