Purple Green

Feast your blue stars on me green and growing
In my desert red comes your warmth and purple royalty

Fresh picked for your palleted parties
Paint your tongue purple green with me
Oh Great One, Conqueror of Egypt
I just hope to please Your Highness

(With) Grapes, olives, purple green
Regale with, purple green

I'm the grapes, your soft and sweetness
I'm the olives, your flowering keenness
I'm the salt, your salary
I'm the stone, your centerpiece
But am I still the star of your feast?

I am just your stepping stone
You leave me lay in salt desert
My flavor's the same your tongue may change
What can some mute sack of fruit say?

Feast your stars, I'm turning green
Purple imbued with ambivalence
The Great One's moved on to Babylon

Grapes, olives, purple green
Molding and rotting

To you, the grapes, once sweet turn sour
To you, the olives taste bitter
To you, the salt's not quite your flavor
And so the feast all comes to a halt.

Grapes, olives, purple green
Regale with purple green
Molding and rotting
Paint me purple green
Purple green
Purple green
Purple green
Purple green