Bits, a handful of irregular bits. A colored glass colors the light. Warms up my spine. . Stars, flat six-pointed stars. Hexagon like baby blocks. I've sewn a cloth.
[leads: Paul]. . Coinage of my brain. A bodiless creation ecstacy. Madness counterpart visioning things. I want to believe. . Idealistic cure. Uneccessary to disclosure.
Memory, thunder cloud. Sadi sati killing down. . Starved at the root again. We dont taste the air. Mother tongue. . Om shrim maha. Lakshmiyei swaha om.
Space, raise my arms. Space, wake my eyes. Space, grace my heart. . Can I be the space for this. . Soft omens. Traced in air. Phantom warnings. Disassembling the captains chair.
Bury the bells. Between two mountains. The big trees on the other side. With illuminated leaves shout. . I can say nothing. You've been uprooted. It's time to take another road.
Learning, discerning, how to arrange. Thinking the haze will just not clear. Viewing, computing, our minds will stage. A vehicle inside we feel the eagle nature.
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Looking through the moonlight baby, and what do I see. Reflections of the times we had, and how it used to be. Two lovers that were looked as one as one looked to be loved.
Things I would do. . Apologize, bite my tongue. Swallow my pride, just shut up. Change my tune, clip my wings. Take it back, everything. . Things I would do just to have you back again.
It's the ouiji bomb playas sneakin up on the avenues. From ante up we jump the snake eyes bout the battle you. Hold your hands up heard you're back from sabbatical.
There goes the boy from Santa Fe. Who lost his momma in the second grade. Played Romeo in his high school play. He's never been in an aeroplane. . There goes the boy who goes to town.
Cymphonique, I'm in the house. A.K.A. Little miss Swagger. This for my soldier girls. Where all my soldier boys?, tempo. . You the one, yeah the one. The only one my heart beats for.
(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Chip Davis). . Ev'ry evenin', when the sun goes down. And nobody can see me. I get my Chevy an' I cruise around. Makin' love on my CB.
(There Won't Be No Rock 'N' Roll). (C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Chip Davis). . Well, it's only gonna be about an hour, friend. 'Til they dam your favorite river.
A line so fine. You wonder which way you should fall. In time you'll find. The comforts here behind the wall. . I live to give. The point of view you need to show.
(Walt Meskell, Tim Martin). . Just another Texas bus stop. Texas never seems to end. On my seventh cup a' coffee. Waitress, hit me once again. Gotta date in Colorado.
(Bill Fries, Chip Davis). . How long has it been. Since you got up on the early side a' mornin'?. And saw the sun a-risin'. Bright an' shiny on the eastern side a' day?.
Crackpot serenity who needs the sympathy.. Thanks for the memory slack mouth.. Turnstile obscenities love for your enemies.. Candy-floss chemistry fades out, fades out..
(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Chip Davis). . One green April mornin', when I was a young boy. I lay by the window, a-watchin' the rain. And I wondered if ever the sun would come shinin'.
(Chip Davis, Bill Fries). . On a cold November mornin'. Back in nineteen-thirty-seven. With an early snow a-fallin'. On the three-foot tracks at Ames.