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Pulnoc - Weeds Ii lyrics
This is the true story of the weeds: the origin of the species.
 A story of cultivation, exploitation, civilization.
 Found flowering on wasteland unnoticed, unofficial, accidental.
 A cutting was taken but weeds do not thrive under hothouse conditions & wilt when in competition with more exotic strains.
 A charming naivety, very short flowering season;
 No sooner has the first blooming begun than decay sets in.
 Bring your camera, take photo of life on the margins.
 Offer money in exchange for sex & then get a taxi home.
 The story has always been the same
 A source of wonder due to their ability to thrive on poor quality soil offering very little nourishment
 Drinking 'nurishment'.Pulnoc - Weeds Ii - http://motolyrics.com/pulnoc/weeds-ii-lyrics.html
 But weeds must be kept under strict control or they will destroy everything in their path.
 Growing wild, then harvested in their prime & passed around at dinner parties.
 Care for some weed? 
 So natural, so wild, so unrefined & someone's gonna make a fortune one day
 If only they can market this stuff right.
 Come on: do your dance.
 Come on, do your funny little dance.
 Germination. plantation. exploitation. civilization.
 A sensational buzz - zzzzzz.
 Crop rotation. genetic modification. the creation of expectation. ultimate frustration.
 This is the story of the weeds: the origin of the species.









