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  • 作词 : Goldston, Zeitlyn
    作曲 : Lori Goldston/Jane Hall/Mirah Yom Tov Zeitlyn/Kyle Hanson
    My mother made for me this pear
    A perfect womb, a modeled lair
    Where I will grow and eat my share
    Of pastry rich beyond compare
    With pressure kneads and shapes she well
    The fruits of fields she has compelled
    In shapely sustenance I dwell
    This nascent nest my carousel
    She leaves me thus and by the sun
    I incubate, quicken, become
    A hatched babe, a newly grub
    Who praises maven mother's love
    Upon my birth see what I've found
    A stercoraceous feast abounds
    These alimentary gifts endow
    What ruminant excess allows
    And I begin to wax replete
    Unfettered life is but to eat
    Into the fruit but not the rind
    Consume and fatten up sublime
    (?) urges I possess
    Become a loose and amber flesh
    Oh sober beauty make me smooth
    While I await the turning moon
    Emergent will thou concentrate
    While August rains facilitate
    The softening by which I elate
    Burst forth a gleam to meet my fate
    The joys of light, a drink so sweet
    Before it's time again to eat
    But soon the victuals I greet
    Begin, the scarab life complete
  • 作词 : Goldston, Zeitlyn
    作曲 : Lori Goldston/Jane Hall/Mirah Yom Tov Zeitlyn/Kyle Hanson
    My mother made for me this pear
    A perfect womb, a modeled lair
    Where I will grow and eat my share
    Of pastry rich beyond compare
    With pressure kneads and shapes she well
    The fruits of fields she has compelled
    In shapely sustenance I dwell
    This nascent nest my carousel
    She leaves me thus and by the sun
    I incubate, quicken, become
    A hatched babe, a newly grub
    Who praises maven mother's love
    Upon my birth see what I've found
    A stercoraceous feast abounds
    These alimentary gifts endow
    What ruminant excess allows
    And I begin to wax replete
    Unfettered life is but to eat
    Into the fruit but not the rind
    Consume and fatten up sublime
    (?) urges I possess
    Become a loose and amber flesh
    Oh sober beauty make me smooth
    While I await the turning moon
    Emergent will thou concentrate
    While August rains facilitate
    The softening by which I elate
    Burst forth a gleam to meet my fate
    The joys of light, a drink so sweet
    Before it's time again to eat
    But soon the victuals I greet
    Begin, the scarab life complete