We haven't made any gold
and are sitting in the stench
of 50 buckets of *****
Trophies surround us
from the seven-locked cabinet
as a battery around our happiness
Tonight we borrow luxury
for a debt to the future
and we drink to bygone days
We stuff gnawed bones
into our nostrils like jewellery
and eat comfort cake with whipped cream
The party is drawing to a close
the mattresses are ready
for after the drinks bath
Everything is oh so interesting, we talk
louder and louder, listen how superbly
we imitate animal sounds
Sep 2, 2025
Sep 2, 2025 at 4:01 AM UTC
We haven't made any gold
and are sitting in the stench
of 50 buckets of *****
Trophies surround us
from the seven-locked cabinet
as a battery around our happiness
Tonight we borrow luxury
for a debt to the future
and we drink to bygone days
We stuff gnawed bones
into our nostrils like jewellery
and eat comfort cake with whipped cream
The party is drawing to a close
the mattresses are ready
for after the drinks bath
Everything is oh so interesting, we talk
louder and louder, listen how superbly
we imitate animal sounds
Extracting gold from ***** (1669, Hennig Brand)
Song "Auld lang syne" (1788, Robert Burns)
Collection "Silent walk"
