isnt sir baudalaire already a Westside Gunn instrumental
This is said poem
The buried temple through the sewer's dark
Sepulchral mouth that drools out mud and rubies
Reveals abominably some god Anubis
His whole snout blazing with a savage bark
Or should the new gas twist the filthy wick
Assuager so well known of shame long brooded
It kindles haggard an immortal pubis
Whose flight along the street lamps loiters awake
What dried leaves in the towns without the prayer Of night can bless as it again must cling
In vain against the marble of Baudelaire
In veils that wreathe its absence with shimmering His own Shade this a guardian poison still
To breathe in always even though it kill.
isnt sir baudalaire already a Westside Gunn instrumental
Ya it is, what you tryna say?
This is said poem
The buried temple through the sewer's dark
Sepulchral mouth that drools out mud and rubies
Reveals abominably some god Anubis
His whole snout blazing with a savage bark
Or should the new gas twist the filthy wick
Assuager so well known of shame long brooded
It kindles haggard an immortal pubis
Whose flight along the street lamps loiters awake
What dried leaves in the towns without the prayer Of night can bless as it again must cling
In vain against the marble of Baudelaire
In veils that wreathe its absence with shimmering His own Shade this a guardian poison still
To breathe in always even though it kill.
is this the crowley translation
is this the crowley translation
This is not a poem by Charles Baudelaire, it’s written by Mallarmé en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stéphane_Mallarmé
This is not a poem by Charles Baudelaire, it’s written by Mallarmé https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stéphane_Mallarmé
why not use a baudelaire poem?
why not use a baudelaire poem?
I did sample a Baudelaire poem in the song itself, but I just really like this one poem, the themes and words in it as well.
I did sample a Baudelaire poem in the song itself, but I just really like this one poem, the themes and words in it as well.
it is a hard ass poem
Jack mushroom ass nigga
This is said poem
The buried temple through the sewer's dark
Sepulchral mouth that drools out mud and rubies
Reveals abominably some god Anubis
His whole snout blazing with a savage bark
Or should the new gas twist the filthy wick
Assuager so well known of shame long brooded
It kindles haggard an immortal pubis
Whose flight along the street lamps loiters awake
What dried leaves in the towns without the prayer Of night can bless as it again must cling
In vain against the marble of Baudelaire
In veils that wreathe its absence with shimmering His own Shade this a guardian poison still
To breathe in always even though it kill.
This is great