Charles Bukowski - Communion (Live) lyrics
[Charles Bukowski - Communion Live lyrics]
Competition
We live by the harbor now and at night
The ships often blow their foghorns
She's a light sleeper she will leap up
Sitting straight up in bed
"DAMN!"
"what is it? what is it?"
"I thought you farted!"
"not that time, dear"
She is a good child living with me
Has disfunctioned her nerves
Actually I like to save up my farts for
The bathtub
Those grey bubbles waft up a magic stench
Farting is much like fucking:
You can't do it all the time but when you do
There oftentimes comes a feeling of proudness
As if your artistry in the act were a rare
And precious thing
I fart more than I fuck
And I fart better than I fuck
And I am pleased to be mistaken
For a foghorn in the middle of the night
We live by the harbor now and at night
The ships often blow their foghorns
She's a light sleeper she will leap up
Sitting straight up in bed
"DAMN!"
"what is it? what is it?"
"I thought you farted!"
"not that time, dear"
She is a good child living with me
Has disfunctioned her nerves
Actually I like to save up my farts for
The bathtub
Those grey bubbles waft up a magic stench
Farting is much like fucking:
You can't do it all the time but when you do
There oftentimes comes a feeling of proudness
As if your artistry in the act were a rare
And precious thing
I fart more than I fuck
And I fart better than I fuck
And I am pleased to be mistaken
For a foghorn in the middle of the night