lyrics, cavaquinho, and vocals by Graham
written in Sept 2018 for a special occasion
start with a metal crucible about 1 meter wide (G) suspend it with chains from a teepee (tripod) constructed from boughs collected and tied into an arch (a) gravity will hopefully stabilize the oscillating system (G-a) while there's still daylight (C-G) now it's time to gather your specimens imperious peppers, mysterious onions, the stinking white rose of terrestrial garlic will sharpen the stimulus of the final concoction as elements thereof vaporize into the serotinal air the scent wafts rising to a great height the migratory birds can sense it in their flight it's goulash night goulash was invented long, long ago passed down through the centuries, adapted by the peasantry it's chemistry, to novelties that issued from the new world to currents of humanity that mix us up in a big casserole the temperature is rising and the current shows no signs of ceasing (2x) we are like wandering shepherds, around a lonely campsite we see echoes of memory in the tongues of the fire-light it's goulash night
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