Off The Map - Christine Strelan
Come off the map with me...
Let's fill our bellies with raw mushrooms and rare meat,
leave roads and fences, compasses and signs,
push out to where the copper earth shimmers on its rim,
where dragons crawl like flies and all logic dies.
The sun calls us here like a vast brass gong,
plants without names spike our legs as we pass,
the landscape is dreaming and sometimes it has nightmares,
there are no words for the shapes it throws up.
We see giant bones and claw-prints of creatures
ancient and ravenous and lost.
Maybe there's a reason why the road doesn't come here.
Sometimes there are borders that perhaps we shouldn't cross.
We have no navigation, my wanderer, my journeyman,
just the mad heat and the burned, uncharted dust.
Walk with me now under a sky that makes no sense,
let's scare ourselves with the sharp edges of our lust.
Our skin can't serve us here, where only rats and reptiles come,
let's ditch it for some glittering desert flesh.
The darkly drumming dirt deranges our dimensions,
and our eyes will never look the same again.
Our ears hear only the percussion in our blood.
come into the shadows under this red rock.
Let's give ourselves to rhythm, we don't need speech anymore,
we're banging on the boundaries, the frontier fuck.
And I never wanted Bambi in my bed, only this
demonic, demolishing, devastating dance,
out here on the fringes where the instruments don't work,
too far beyond the track to ever find our way back.
Come off the map with me...
Let's fill our bellies with raw mushrooms and rare meat,
leave roads and fences, compasses and signs,
push out to where the copper earth shimmers on its rim,
where dragons crawl like flies and all logic dies.
The sun calls us here like a vast brass gong,
plants without names spike our legs as we pass,
the landscape is dreaming and sometimes it has nightmares,
there are no words for the shapes it throws up.
We see giant bones and claw-prints of creatures
ancient and ravenous and lost.
Maybe there's a reason why the road doesn't come here.
Sometimes there are borders that perhaps we shouldn't cross.
We have no navigation, my wanderer, my journeyman,
just the mad heat and the burned, uncharted dust.
Walk with me now under a sky that makes no sense,
let's scare ourselves with the sharp edges of our lust.
Our skin can't serve us here, where only rats and reptiles come,
let's ditch it for some glittering desert flesh.
The darkly drumming dirt deranges our dimensions,
and our eyes will never look the same again.
Our ears hear only the percussion in our blood.
come into the shadows under this red rock.
Let's give ourselves to rhythm, we don't need speech anymore,
we're banging on the boundaries, the frontier fuck.
And I never wanted Bambi in my bed, only this
demonic, demolishing, devastating dance,
out here on the fringes where the instruments don't work,
too far beyond the track to ever find our way back.
Come off the map with me...