Had the key on your jelly

Jelly blue like the sea and jelly blue like the earth as many say but i don't think so red like the sky when light transcends the forces of power and then you see the blush of summer in your grime when you're a sick man of Europe and nobody talks to you and scream purple murder and stroke you violin cat when she sleep and pull the gun onto your lap and the HURSE and plies of dink and the keyboard of crime. YEAH!