Fresh from zones of moisture

And afterwards the meat

With spangles on my long-tailed suits

And songs to haunt the one that's saved



Just call me Desdinova

I'm sure to be

The lucky one

When destiny assigns wisdom

Known to me

The starry wisdom



I am the one you warned me of

I am the one who'd never, never lie



The writing in the notebook

Notation from the stars

Songs by Desdinova

And frost warnings from the women's farm

Whose agents could not ever see

His hilly eyes and too green rings

Obscured sight and fancy dreams

Holy mass, those 13 fancy dreams



I am the one you warned me of

I am the one who'd never, never lie



Eyes like bottles and hands in my hair

Bottles of blackness the blacker the spare

I'll sit myself behind that clock

And play tunes on its belfry



Five fingers have I to play them like ten

Ten fingers have I to play them again

In decimal chains whose mimic cry

Whose notes will never, never fly

Until they quit those timely tunes

And entered that system from outside



I am the one you warned me of

I am the one who'd never, never lie