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XTC - Summer's Cauldron/Grass

Both "Summer's Cauldron" and "Grass" are from XTC's album "Skylarking." I do not own anything. Both songs belong to XTC. Lyrics: Drowning here in Summer's Cauldron Under mats of flower lava Please don't pull me out this is how I would want to go Breathing in the boiling butter Fruit of sweating golden inca Please don't heed my shout I'm relax in the undertow When Miss Moon lays down And Sir Sun stands up Me I'm found floating round and round Like a bug in brandy In this big bronze cup Drowning here in Summer's Cauldron Trees are dancing drunk with nectar Grass is waving underwater Please don't pull me out this is how I would want to go Insect bomber Buddhist droning Copper chord of August's organ Please don't heed my shout I'm relax in the undertow When Miss Moon lays down in her hilltop bed And Sir Sun stands up raise his regal head Me I'm found floating round and round Like a bug in brandy In this big bronze cup Drowning here in Summer's Cauldron Laying on the grass my heart it flares like fire The way you slap my face just fills me with desire You play hard to get 'Cause you're teacher's pet But when the boats have gone We'll take a tumble excuse for a fumble Shocked me too the things we used to do on grass If you fancy we can buy an ice-cream cone Your mate has gone She didn't want to be alone I will pounce on you Just us and the Cuckoos You are helpless now Over and over we flatten the clover Shocked me too the things we used to do on grass It would shock you too the things we used to do on grass Grass, grass. Things we did on grass