Whiz-Tactile Gemma

[ti:Whiz] [ar:Tactile Gemma] [al:Tactile Gemma] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Whiz - Tactile Gemma [00:32.76]I have trapped a little wind in a box [00:36.30] [00:36.83]I can hear it whiz around in there [00:40.43]And with my ear against the box [00:43.12] [00:45.56]I dip brushes in colours nobody's ever seen [00:49.26] [00:52.98]I paint the air [00:54.67]I paint the air [00:56.13] [00:56.68]The colours float about [00:58.77]The colours float about [01:00.71] [01:05.06]Winged toads have been stored under my tongue for a while [01:14.17] [01:14.83]Now I let them fly [01:17.48] [01:22.21]And just like birds they steer towards the sky [01:28.29] [01:32.23]They smash against the glass roof and hail down on me [01:41.58] [01:43.00]As their wings fall off [01:46.52] [01:50.01]I must disguise myself [01:55.41] [01:56.99]Shall I tread before you ion guise of a human [02:03.31] [02:05.57]Or something more complicated an angel [02:12.31] [02:13.70]Now I lap about in numberless mouth's hypothetical spit [02:25.93] [02:29.15]I am a word and their tasting me without really relishing me [02:39.54] [02:49.28]Exchanging me with greasy words [02:54.10] [02:54.97]Which land on their heads and melt [02:57.99] [03:04.00]Something spirals out of the mouth I'm in [03:07.32] [03:08.71]It resembles some sort of winding stairs [03:13.66] [03:20.22]With a frightened wingless toad on my arm [03:25.73] [03:27.33]I slide on the railings and we speed up [03:32.15] [03:35.06]And the circles are wide and we hold on to each other [03:50.81] [03:54.19]In the centrifuge [03:56.20] [04:03.31]Wet clothes swathe us and our heads are spinning [04:10.59] [04:13.85]Our eyes roll round and round in our heads [04:18.12] [04:21.48]And suddenly we're trapped between four walls [04:25.78]We are in an ox caught by a little wind takes us round [04:33.30]And round and round and round