Blue Rosebuds - The Residents

I love you and cause I do

My sky has changed from grey to blue

But blue’s not just a color of the rainbow

It’s shade is not a hazy hue

But pure and hard, my sky blue blue

It’s like a Roman candle coming rosebuds

Rosebuds

«Your words are empty hollow bleatings of a mental crutch

They’re open-festered indigestion with a velvet touch

An ether-eating Eskimo would gag upon your sight

Convulsed into oblivion from laughter or from fright

A coma with a sweet aroma is your only dream

Malignant with the misconception that a grunt can gleam

Your lichen-covered corpuscles are filthy to my fist

Infection is your finest flower, mildewed in the mist.»

I love you and cause I do

My sky has changed from grey to blue

But blue’s not just a color of the rainbow

It’s shade is not a hazy hue

But pure and hard, my blue sky blue

It’s like a Roman candle coming rosebuds

Blue rosebuds