Twenty-one little pink salamanders pass me by tonight. Twenty-one little red tongues are flickering in my sight. Amphibious thoughts are flowing with the salamanders showing.
Maybe you think that you're nylon. You seem to say. You are children of the world. And maybe you think. . You're an astronaut from stars. Wide your honesty and your pearls.
If I had to lose a mile. If I had to touch feelings. I would lose my soul. The way I do. . I don't have to think. I only have to do it. The results are always perfect.
The rabbit hole opened, so in they all went. And the height of the evening was when you said. We got computers inventing the perfect head. . So we all put on our gowns.
I fall towards a flash of light. That burns the seed of life away. No thing is changed. Nothing arranged. No thing will ever be. . There's no place, clear dry space.
Six straight rolls in a blind man's game. Half a dozen snake eyes all the time. Roll those hollow dice. Holler to an echo. Another time. To the other side.
Ice on the wings and we were flying. Sand in our eyes but we were seeing. Below us a crowd that wasn't buying. Watching us pass and not believing. No one else has seen the sights that crossed our eyes.
Back before the days, back before the water. The invisible waves slammed the primal notion. They said you were wrong, though you had connected. These watery songs cleverly perfected.
How much do I owe you?. I'll pay but I don't want to. Go where I go to. Days of where I came from. In a restaurant in Mexico. . Told me not to drink the water.
We got road, we got time. So we're out of here. We got rows, we got rows. As far as we can see. . In the dust we can see your catastrophe. Shining dimly like a mudslick in the sun.
Well the moon was more than we could hope for. We sure know a real good time. We'll take him up to the cottonwood. Nighttime creeping from behind. Green black box with whatever's inside.
mercy monster grant your doom. encase your brain in an airtight tomb. forget that the tree bears good fruit to eat. chop it down and burn it for temporary heat.
Some come away with an armload of hay. One sails to market on her sea. Some like to say they'll do it yesterday. One starts his car without a key. Some come to play.
we love, that's why we're here. oh yes, we hold you all so dear. and now this one's for you. a love offering for your ears. our fans hold us in highest esteem.
There's a mountain, it's so high. You cannot see the top from the naked eye. That's the mountain where we live. Mountain of love we got so much to give.
Lost on the freeway again. Looking for means to an end. Nobody knows which way it's gonna bend. Lost on the freeway again. . Walking the breezeways again.
I've been down to the corner about once or twice. I don't know but it's been nice, I ain't got no money. I can't buy a damn thing that I might like. Let's go down to the dime store.
we're all in the gutter but I'm. looking the rats and. when I'm hungry I don't fuck around. and I'm not afraid to strew around. my scraps. here's a rat carcass for your front lawn.
Jelly roll fire cracker. Chicken farmer's luck. Gutterball goldfish wedding. Rare new Siamese duck. Out size lavender basket. Linoleum money floor. Stubborn flexible hayride.
Tie me up. Get it right. Pull the knots. Good and tight. Toss me in a car. Take us out for a ride. This is almost like being alive. I'm not here, I'm nowhere.