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• Artiste: Stuart Davis
• Titre: Atavistic Viking
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At the state museum in a glass display a Viking sword and shield lay Which instinctively I recognized and my Danish blood began to rise I smashed the case and pulled the weapons free and uprooted my family tree Then I moved up north and built a lakeshore home out of tree trunk frames with a mud thatch dome I wrapped myself in a sheepskin coat and climbed aboard my wooden boat with the pent up rage of my ancient kin a thousand years inside my skin Sailing east I spotted a campsite a group of tourists playing in the moonlight They pointed at me and laughed like hell, until I came ashore swinging my sword Bodies scattered as I plunged my blade through their gore-tex tents and set fire to the family mini van with their Coleman lamps Then everybody watched daddy dangle from a birch bark limb A little visit from the instincts lingering in the Atavistic Viking As I floated away from the bloody grounds the beautiful loot weighed my boat down I made my way to a posh resort where the rich and famous come to port and pulling away from a harbor slot I spied a most resplendent yacht In the middle of a costume party a little drunk, so they hardly noticed me climbing on board in my helmet with the horns swinging my sword Bodies scattered as I plunged my blade through the captain's chair and dragged women to the galley by their hair and underwear Set a torch to the master cabin, loaded up my spoils Another visit from the instincts lingering in the Atavistic Viking And the planet hasn't seen such horror in a thousand years The bellicose screams of my ancestors still ring in the Atavistic Viking