same old same old
black cats in the night dont see me
this invisibility keeps me liquid
quaking emperor your scene is over
the warmest days of october
the thousands i saw in the mirror
i shalala down the street of streets on a festive night
the doors are flung open and interiors emit a greenish light
the songs are sung again and young again alright
the chains my brilliant brain stupidly forged from pain
the ropes were hopes billowed on bluest skies a reprisal
oh vibrating night quite inevitable really you should come around
the ground rush up to greet thee as you meet me with your sound
in earlier lives in outrageous close i had my little dance upon the toes
one lent morning i was bent bourn and horned upon yonder lawn
the swagger equivalent to the dagger i stagger to wield in the war fields
under the stern thrum of the drums we marched parched by a mirage
my companions and i plied with powder and keg we beg for more from the floor
embracing your 3 faces with a taste of some unguent gum some imposter bossed me around
i enliven my strings the very things upon which
i siren my shots and my slings abound
a tremulous caramel kiss is it
for me to visit an artificial bliss not much different from this
words rushing me crushing me crashing me into my own walls
it takes balls to admit the water in your throat
soon you will no doubt be floating on air
my desolate trespass upon magical realm at the helm of my disaster
faster and faster we spun the funny void of andromeda one
i’m down the back in the black inky seaside shack
by the glorious ocean where the merman bathe bravely on the reef
toothless fish in the lagoon soon a fine raining mist persisting and sprinkles
i am then among the winkles in the shrinking light
in the bright moon ray or hidden from sight
i bend to the pool whirling and churning and turning with life
i send out my thoughts the things our sweet victories have taught us
i caught us a beam whose silver will seem to solve everything
and dissolve you to white
