Take me as a phoenix rocks the mountain
Slow searing roar of the last drop of life
Awaken & eyes to thy splendid sight
To ye, the absolute territory of grace
Hast written a nameless omnipotent
A so obvious amazement of thee
Eternity’s complete realm as I pace
Asleep, silent as I fall forever
To take no rise with a happy mourn
Behold, here cometh thy glory & bestowing thy crown
& ye, shalt not rock me as unborn
My tomb as finally to find peace
With images of thee, flaked & all torn.

again wtf?

ok i got one -

Everything in its Right Place
Kid A, Kid A
Kid A, Kid A
Everything
Everything
Everything
Everything in its right place
In its right place
In its right place
In its right place

Yesterday I woke up sucking a lemon
Yesterday I woke up sucking a lemon
Yesterday I woke up sucking a lemon
Yesterday I woke up sucking a lemon

Everything
Everything
Everything
Everything in its right place
In its right place
In its right place
Right place

There are two colours in my head
There are two colours in my head
What, what is that you tried to say?
What, what was that you tried to say?
Tried to say
Tried to say
Tried to say
Tried to say

Everything in its right place... (to end)

Y'know... that ode really moved me. So much so, it triggered the remembrance of this one - held so dear to my heart, and triggering the memories of my innocent schoolboy days, never to be reclaimed:

There was a young man from Kent,
Who went to live in a tent.
Thunder and lightening, there entered three witches,
Who pulled down his britches,
And swung on his nob till it bent.

Or,

The knob began to throb,
She stood and watched it twitching,
As fluid dripped from its hole down onto the carpet,
As the workman from behind the door,
Heated its locking mechanism with a blowtorch,
To loosen the key snapped off in it.

amazing