silly little airliner troubadours, ejected out the windows
all horns a blazing blasting brass turbulence and static
wake up and suck the atmosphere until it comes in your mouth
reach out and feel the phallic rush of atoms high above the earth
there's nothing you can't accomplish at 30,000 feet in such an orgy
we're in this together now so somersault and twist and lick and suck
blow jet engine kisses to the fast approaching pavement
pale falling bodies passing floating fluids between our mouths
swing your partner round and round and blow your final statement
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how's that for imagery, Hugo?
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