Tim Buckley. Sefronia - - After Asklepiades After Kafka. Zeneszám

Sefronia shook the black cat's bone at me
And I was only wax in the spell of fire
Oh, my coal black sister

When black coal burns it ripens
She pried the whip out of her master's hand
And lashed at her own skin

So she'd be master, how could she know
This was just a dream born
Of a new knot in the bullwhip?