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Osculate
 
See its premiere performance! https://youtu.be/9Xn8zznqbxE?t=1873

As we Osculate in the Bucolic Crepuscular Pulchritude
May it Vindicate so Phlegmatic and Stolid a Mansuetude
Are my Glabrous words in the Fuscus light an Incursion of Succour for the Recondite?
As we Osculate in the Bucolic Crepuscular Pulchritude

So foul and fair a phrase I have not seen nor had perchance to hear
Beauty lies in beholders' eye, as well as nose, touch, tongue and ear
Societal expectations, belied with false compare
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word, I think my love as rare, as we Osculate...

But the patois of passion, the parlance of emotion
The eclectic dialects of desire and devotion
Aren't only written or spoken, they're conveyed just as much
In good deeds and the sharing of time, gifts and touch, as we Osculate...

Is the way that you show love, the way they know love?
Their own particular vernacular's the knack to articulate it spectacularly
Giving presents, being present, representing it in word
A helping hand, holding hands, hoping what's implied's inferred

As we Osculate... May it Vindicate... Are my Glabrous words...

May the Babelfish d’Amor, cure your cupid fear
When the moon hits your eye and the cat gets your tongue
Quickly stick it in your ear
Oh, the Babelfish d’Amor, comprende, por favor
Es ist Lingo von Liebe, Jargon genau so
Un petit murmure parle comme Cyrano

Kissing in the country sunset, diggin’ the gentle calm, you bet!
Smooth talkin’, dimly lit, give a little care when we're slim of wit

On the express train to expressing expressly, an expression's just a saying
When overlooking an oversight, over what are you surveying?
Extraordinary means exceptional, the exception being the more ordinary bit
To be in awe for some is awesome, but it's awful if you're already full of it

As we Osculate in the Bucolic Crepuscular Pulchritude (kissing in the country sunset)
May it Vindicate so Phlegmatic and Stolid a Mansuetude (diggin’ the gentle calm, you bet!)
Are my Glabrous words in the Fuscus light an Incursion of Succour for the recondite?
(Smooth talkin’, dimly lit, give a little care when we're slim of wit)
As we Osculate in the Bucolic Crepuscular Pulchritude


İMal Webb 2021

This started as a collection of words that sound yucky but mean nice things. Then having read Gary Chapman's 5 Love Languages book, I thought I'd meld them somewhat. And the Babelfish is from Douglas Adams' The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.
Musically, this is number 5 in my series of Blurred PolyPolyRhythm songs. It's in 12 against 17. The 17 groove only pops in sporadically. More about that at my BPPR page!