/lit/ - Literature

>/mu/ tries to pass of dadrock as "poetic" when the answer staring them in the face

Your father made fetuses with flesh licking ladies
While you and your mother were asleep in the trailer park
Thunderous sparks from the dark of the stadiums
The music and medicine you needed for comforting
So make all your fat fleshy fingers to moving
And pluck all your silly strings and bend all your notes for me
Soft silly music is meaningful magical
The movements were beautiful all in your ovaries
All of them milking with green fleshy flowers
While powerful pistons were sugary sweet machines
Smelling of semen all under the garden was all you were needing
When you still believed in me

Simultaneously surreal and richly evocative, Mangum's lyrics are never as nonsensical as they seem. The Lewis Carrol comparisons are justified, though the true beauty and art at the center of Mangum's poetry is that the Wonderland, the world he's describing, is our own.