The Falling Leaves

The Wake

3:25

#shrine #oranges #ducks

You look pretty as if you’ve just been fucked good
Even the ugliest ducks get picked from the pond
Your fingers smell fresh like oranges
My fingers have a garlic stench

What you care for I will never ascertain
Make me go or make me stay

I did not come so far to be ignored
I collected spices in my time abroad
I’m the cook who is prepared to go wild
And throw the sauce against the wall

I’m the cook, I’m the cook
I’m the cook who is prepared to go wild

You are much too beautiful
I have to renew the candles
On your shrine all the time
I’m the cook who has gone mad
And put the garlic into the cherry pie

The duck is stuck in the oven now
I’m waiting for it to turn brown
I’ll serve it cold on a bed of shame
Is it too spicy for your taste?

You take a bite from the cherry pie
Your face caves in as you realize
There’s not enough ginger left to mend that slice

I’m the cook, I’m the cook
I’m the cook, I’m the cook