Stonefield Groove 


Words by Ian Barlow
Music by The Dig



Venus on the wire, teetering on my hearts desire.
Home of the nova, a maze of heat by the water.
Venus rides the wire, a chisled stone under the fire.
Stoned while stone fields groove along the wire.

This one I see is red but icy.
Close to home but dead and distant.
Half a life away and wanning.
Standing like a muse, rotating.

But the moitions set in stone gone back from forth, the orbit is through.
Take away the disdain of the dainty trip thats strutting my way.
A Savory taste of immortality.
An inviting glimpse of immortality.

Venus, star so dire, the dopest thing born by the fire.
Drowned in its nova, my mistress's light by the water.
Venus, star so dire, she's very, very, very high on the spire.
Stoned when stone fields groove along the wire.

This other one is blue but rusty.
Hot at the core and lusting.
The universe's is to small for 
Her to spread out her wing span.

But the motions set to tone the emoition, fragile gusts near the moon.
If it rains in your atmosphere don't cut me short of essential air.
A savory taste of cordiality,
Is the appex of my anexity.