From "The Songs of August"
I picked to the point and built a vallum;
With a hollow dark channel beneath;
A flag's fix atop, a flag's fix atop,
On the top of the roof-dead centre.
My heart made of love,
It was pouring with blood,
Scarlet, crimson;
There were scarlet, crimson
Optical flares,
Scarlet and crimson optical flares.
La-la-la-la,
Tu-du-tu-tu,
Tu-du-tu-tu,
La-la-la-la.
I picked to the point and built happiness,
It’s a thing, you know, it’s a thing,
I contrived it of clouds, woods and seas,
Rivers, and several bringingbacks.
Meadows were emerald,
Oozing out digital,
Fragrant digital eels,
They were crimson, they were crimson,
They were crimson, and they were handsome.
La-la-la-la,
Tu-du-tu-tu,
Tu-du-tu-tu,
La-la-la-la.
I clasped the finger on a beautiful cloud,
On that marvelous cloud beyond,
A princess was sitting at the edge of the cloud
Her hair fixed up with a wand,
She was pouring with fire,
Orange, crimson,
There were orange, crimson
Optical flares,
Orange and crimson optical flares.