The Acceleration Of Time

Slow
Saleman dislpayed his fine machines
The first fit in my hand and sparkled wondrously
I agreed it felt lighter than a feather
And my arms were floating and my head was ready to explode
Minutemen marching by my distorted mind
The hour’s moving way too slow
He placed a second machine in my hand
It was dense and heavy and I sunk into my feather bed
Paralyzed I just couldn’t move a muscle
So he picked my pockets and wrapped the cash in cellophane
Minutemen marching by my distorted mind
The hour’s moving way too slow

Blown To Kingdom Come
A wrinkle in time
Was your favorite read
Pinball arcades
Fulfilled my dreams
She kissed my nose
On tiptoes
We channel surfed
The late late shows
Aeon Flux
On MTV
Some Shezwuan spice
And rich curry
We lost the remote
Nowhere to be found
The volume knob
Distorts the sound
A mattress was thrown
Down on the floor
We grabbed a fan
And spray bottle
One hundred degrees
Down on my knees
I played for you
You prayed for me
Oh where have you gone
Blown to kingdom come
A walk in the park
Enjoying the breeze
I carved her name
Into these trees
We lost the time
Nowhere to be found
Fell from the clouds
And hit the ground
A wrinkle in time
Was your favorite read
Pinball arcades
Fulfilled my dreams
She kissed my nose
On tiptoes
I smile again
And she explodes
Oh where have you gone
Blown to kingdom come

A Procession Of Marshmallow Soldiers Across The Clockwork Pudding
Instrumental

The Acceleration Of Time
In Wales
They can’t afford to sail
upon rough summer seas
We broke in leather heels
Beneath psychedelic trees
And swarms of happy bees
The stones
Survived two thousand years
Upon lush verdent fields
We stopped to smoke some hash
Soon we’ll be old and daft
Our bodies burned to ash
We bow down again
Time, it always wins
We drove
And often we were lost
On upaved unnamed lanes
The trees were canopies
And lead to hidden beach
We dove into the sea
We bow down again
Time, it always wins
The acceleration of time
In Wales
There’s farmers raising sheep
It rains most every day
They laugh and speak in tongues
Leave worries to the young
We all must fade away
We bow down again
Heads all made of tin

Channel 50 Creature Feature
Instrumental

Arthropoda Lepidoptera
She is the one with the peach blossom tangled surprise
Dragon silk tapestries floating around butterflies
Running through
All we knew
Past the day
On to you
I’ve transversed time for you
Carried the world for you
Only to take you away
Woken from sleep for you
Gathered these thoughts for you
Only to take you away
Graceful crane lead the way
Seasons go fluttering by
I wonder why
Running through
All we knew
Past the day
On to you

The Family Timekeeper
The mantelpiece clock was her Grandfather’s
She knew the face just as if it was her’s
Her fingers touched the key she always wore
For winding up the family timekeeper
Tension set the coiled springs inside
Set for alarm her lips were parted wide
What seemed a moment, not one minute more
Before she knew it’d been ten hours or so
She sped to town through forgotten back roads
Late from watching lucid episodes
The shopkeeper was just about to close
She caught his eye
He liked her painted toes
The morning sun crept in through wooden blinds
The mantelpiece clock had run out of time
She dropped the key casually on the floor
Then dreamed about the family timekeeper

You Asked About Water On Mars
Instrumental

Only Robots Can Search The Deep Ocean Floor
We drive in circles
We won’t be here for long
Descend untethered
To your opus latest fall
The sullen devil
He loves to tell us all
We’re empty vessels
In the end it’s all for naught
Some find love
Some find luck
Some lose touch
We drive in circles
We won’t be young for long
Ascend untethered
To your hopeless fated loves
The fallen angel
He loves to tell us all
We’re passing shadows
In the end it’s all for naught
Some find love
Some find luck
Some lose touch

Another High Speed Blowout
Instrumental

The Happiness Vending Machine
Money is black
Money is red
Money goes straight to your head
Money can break
Money can burn
Money can make you concerned
Money is fast
Money is greed
Money shapes all of your dreams
Money can save
Money can buy
Money can really make you cry
Hands in pockets I step through the door
Standing in line at our favorite store
I’ve got two cents and it’s just enough for
The happiness vending machine
Money can win
Money can lose
Money can loosen your noose
Money is stacked
Money’s evil
Money is dressed to kill
Money is rich
Money is cold
Money is fun to hold
Money’s easy
Money is hard
Money can really make you a star

Twelve
One o’clock it started
She was born into the world
A palindrome
We called her Anna
The atomic clock pronounced her day
Two o’clock electric
The affair was marked
With joyous ritual
And celebrations
She emitted sparks of energy
Three o’clock prevision
Great memories from the hour before
Had taught anticipation
For the ritual to come again
Four o’clock inquiry
Are we getting close?
How long is there to go?
Can it be further?
We must surely be there, shouldn’t we?
Five o’clock conclusion
The grand celebrated ritual was done
The dream was over
And the next one seemed so far away
Six o’clock was pleasant
Then the seventh hour arrived without delay
Or expectation
And the eighth hour played in stereo
Nine o’clock flew by her
She remembered the last ritual
Like it’d passed moments ago, then
The ten o’clock tolling began
Eleventh hour anxiety
She surrounds herself with cheerful friends
But then sleep wins her over
And at twelve o’clock
The music ends

White Caps In The Wind
Instrumental

The Saints Are Quiet Above Us
In the city of London
Below the churches and courtyards
Our bodies staked to the places
Where all the others are buried
In the churches of London
Plaster falls from the alcoves
We light a couple of candles
The saints are quiet above us
Young lady across the sea
Builds castles on her knees
Young lady across the sea
Comfortably walks the beach
Young lady under the sea
She comforts me

A Man Of Conservative Style
On the seaside
Of the well to do
With cloche hats and
Cake eater suits
She wasn’t able
She wasn’t fine
She’s found a one way trip
Back through time
A jar of moonshine
A yard of wine
A toast to good time girls
And Charlie’s fine
He had her lay down
Upon his cloak
She tossed her strange hair
And then she spoke
I can see every little thing through you
On the wrong side
Where the ne’er do wells
Roll their bones and
Shuffle shells
He kissed her hand and
Tipped his bowler hat
She laughed her strange laugh
And that was that
I can see every little thing through you
 
Victoria Moon Front Cover

Victoria Moon

Sassafras Overcoat
Winter moon
Broken radio
Imperial decline
Northern wind blown
Sheets of ice
Whiskey keg
An old buffalo
Double flintlock design
Gold currency
Down the line
Leather bound
Book of hymns you know
An old deer hoof Bowie knife
Rusty coach and
Silver coin
Frozen toes
Horsehair overcoat
Snow covered fields of grass
Hollow oak and
Sassafras
I had to lend you my overcoat
You gave me chills and that’s all she wrote

Queen Of The Stars
The Queen of the stars
Came riding the rays of the Sun
In search of lost orbs
Drifting across the ocean
Gods singing of the planets
Rings of good fortune
A billion lines crossed the sky
Of gold and azure blue
Children played
All day in the surf and the sand
They walked a thin line
Between open sea and the land
Blessed with eight gifts
Bequest by the Sun King that day.
His only request,
“Do not let these orbs float away!”
I met a girl with
Golden eyes
Hypnotize, supersize
We walked a path
Toward the moon
Close to the edge
Then she said, “yes”
The Queen of the stars
Gave in to what was meant to be.
They’d fallen away
Off of the edge of the sea
Eight colorful orbs
Absorbed by the heavens
Instinctively spun as
They floated away
The Queen simply rode away
And sped into the Sun
Blinding eyes and scalding planets
She’s the golden one

Victoria Moon
While mentioning her truncated life
A flower handled silver cake knife
Was casually dropped just out of sight
Under Victoria
Walking in to the dim, lit room
A gramophone plays a popular tune
For couples who dance under the moon
Under Victoria
She never wanted to fear
She only wanted to breathe
So she listened
Taking a hand, she makes her way
Through doors to a room out of the way
Unadulterated foreplay
Under Victoria
She never wanted to fear
She only wanted to breathe
So she listened

The Collapse Of Suzy Star
She raised a hippopotomus
These days she’s international
She saved another matador
Three ways on open freeways
All this waiting
In shadows unabating
She waved from floats in Chinatown
School plays to off off Broadway
Every beauty loses what she’s got
Suzy wasn’t nothing after all
Kiss and tell they forget what they’re not
Can we close the window to her fall
Until the Sun comes up
And the madness fades
And we can all erase our homes
All of us drink a glass of wine
Raise a toast hope that she’s fine
All of us look to the sky
The city whites out all the stars
The collapse of Suzy Star
Falling stars and some of us are empty
Falling stars and some of us are sane
Falling stars and some of us are fading
Falling stars and some of us are saved
Falling star
Super star

Zap
Whirling sliding
Overturning
Ice cold zero
I am burning
Speed of light
We blasted right on through
Don’t run to me
When they zap through you
Quantum leaping
All in tandem
Universe
Inside each atom
The man of steel’s
Completely rusted through
Don’t run to me
When they zap through you
Everything’s been
Documented
Still you claim
You’re unexpected
Speed of light
We blasted right on through

Sitting Bull
White medicine
White medicine I fear is stronger
As a matter of course
Talks to us through
Talks to us through his whispering spirit
And rides an iron horse
Touch the goose quill
Touch the goose quill to the treaty
And give up all I have known
Thought I saw Sitting Bull
In a rodeo
He had fought in the wars
And had no other place to go
Some old barker was shouting
At girls on a painted horse
Thought I saw Sitting Bull
In a rodeo
We are like birds
We are like birds who’s wings are broken
My eyes are growing dim
Touch the goose quill
Touch the goose quill to the treaty
And the end will begin

Drunk Like Shakespeare On Love
Count to forty and then
Read the crease in your palm
The one that measures out your life
Grow a beard like Jesus and wear your party hat
No more fun
Go to London to meet some ghosts
Drink dirty water from the Thames
Wear a crown like King’s did
She’s your welcome mat
Welcome back
Found you sleeping on the lawn
Drunk like Shakespeare on love
I don’t know you at all
Not anymore
Dress in leather and wear a cross
Drink forty ouncers on the tram
Reappear like Jesus and sleep your way through Lent
No way back

Dandy Horse
Her basket is filled up with
Baubles and beads
She glides through the market
With all of her needs
A billfold of kept notes
All dog eared and worn
And lists of expenses
For dresses she’s torn
The odometer’s
Turned to zero again
You’re tired from riding
Straight into the wind
Just peddle as hard as
You possibly can
My sweet Penny Farthing
Free, So free, We’re free, Free
Love, Just love, Sweet love, Love
Time, Lost time, In time, Time
Fancy high wheeler
May I have some more?
Where did you make off with
Your French Boneshaker
I lost track of her when
She rounded the bend
That girl is the envy
Of all the wheelmen
Her speedometer’s
Up to thirty or more
She’s thrilled to be riding
Such a dandy horse
Just keep peddling hard
You’re beginning to soar
My sweet Penny Farthing

Super Phantasmal heroine
The party started to climb
The curtains wouldn’t unwind
The clock was having a time
She said, “How can you be so dumb?”
We liked the records she spins
Her candles burned at both ends
Her enemies liked her friends
Then we said, “Why is your signal drifting in and out?”
Super phantasmal heroine
She loves you and then you’re dead again
Super phantasmal heroine
The party starts to come down
The curtains all were unwound
The clock was wearing a frown
And she said, “How can you be so dumb?”
We watched the film of a play
Lived for tomorrow today
The ones who came went away
Then we said, “Why is your volume drifting in and out?”

Cracked Alice
The brave Sir Real
He came too late
His magic horse
And plastic mate
Had bumped the walls
The tower falls
She is happy
Animals strewn
Across the yard
Sir Real deployed
The Avant Guard
To help rebuild
What he’d nearly killed
She is happy
A path of cards
Seen from afar
Has lead Sir Real
To the bazaar
He buys her cakes
For goodness sakes
She is happy
Her bonbons rolled
Out of the bowl
Sir Real had tripped
And lost control
Nothing’s replaced
The smile on her face
She is happy

Blood On My Feet
Invisible if only all the others dissappear
Set a force field in my mind over years
Men with their guns only seem to find it easier
To close all the doors to the world over fear
Old man at Sea with his uninvited misery
Nautical miles still to go over years
Warm lazy breeze and invisible horizon line
Salt in his eyes as that love turns to tears
Blood on my feet
She’s so far away
Thousands of miles
Left to go
I hear you calling through the ether
Starting to feel a little heavier
Heavier

She’s Your Anodyne
When the Earth tilts the wrong way down
And you listen to the drone of sophistry
Satellite drifting serpentine
Never mind
Frozen years got the best of you
Turn your face to the walls of history
Power lines dissecting turgid streams
A way to be blind
Her names all mixed up in rhymes
She used to sing and dance in green
Now she slow motion screams
A way to be kind
To remember she’s your anodyne
She used to smile and write you scenes
Now she swims the darkest Seas
The camera tells you things
That’s why you never smile
A solitary mind
In search of peaceful crimes
Never mind

The Horrible Pill Book
The horrible pill book
Dog eared and frayed
Lay forgotten upon a sill
A cauldron of pennies
Inside the door
Tokens of wishes unfulfilled
Sub sonic confusion
Torn speaker cones
And a broken volume control
A post card from Egypt
Held on the fridge
By a magnetic skull and bones
My head is reeling
She was dancing on the ceiling
I fell down
The half eaten cupcake
Moistened and sweet
Glistening underneath the Moon
A breeze through the window
Tickled the flame
On a candle in her bedroom
Broomsticks are a fancy way to fly
Are you all expecting me to die?
My head is reeling
She was dancing on the ceiling
I fell down

Alligators Eat Gumdrops

High Heeled Flippers
Long have I waited down under the waves, wrecked in the Grande Coral Ballroom. The ceiling’s corroded and barnacles hold up the stage.
The room’s black as pitch, so your entrance was missed. You and your high heeled flippers, you know. Leaving fresh prints in one hundred years of sediment. Now I am forever stuck in my ways without sunshine to see. Just an electric ray cast adrift in sub time. What I’m trying to say, I’ve stopped breathing for so long I’ve forgotten.
And I’m living in my hologram of memory. Electric tentacles swing to and fro. Silently pulsating faster. Gliding through eons of silence to join in the dance. The mind tricks the eye. Is it you that I see? Mary I swear that you’re calling to me. I try to let go, but I’ve lost track of all that I know. Long have I waited Down under the Sea. Mary I know that someday you’ll come calling for me. As I float here so impatiently.

Bangalore
She’s so completely dull. She’s capitally small. She walked on down the hall. She’s got it on my mind. It’s only my heart pumping again. She’s avarice and greed. She’s everything you need. To follow is to see. She’s always incomplete. It’s only my heart. Break it again.

Ten Meters Over The Ground
I’m floating around outside, yeah. Ten meters over the ground. Don’t really know how to fly, yeah. Can’t wait until you bring me down.
Her collar and her cuffs were of sable. She spoke to me but I wasn’t able. While hovering above the table. She said “oh”. I twittered when I felt her caresses. She didn’t understand my messages. Then laughing she completely undresses. She said “oh”. She tried to inflate my mind, yeah. My head was swollen and round. I’m under the table now, yeah. Just trying to remain on the ground.

Summertime Girl
Summertime girl amuse me, and that’s okay. Summertime girl confuse me and what’s to say it’s easier on our frozen day? Summertime girl you lose me, and that’s okay. Take the path back to your house, sleep in the yard until we’re lost in outer space. We’ve got to kill the time until everything is back in place. You’ve got to give me a little, until I’m lost in your riddle. We’ve got to give in a little, until we’re stuck in the middle. Summertime girl you use me, and that’s okay. Summertime girl remove me, and what’s to say it’s easier solitary days? Then we erase all time until everything is one perfect day.

Amoreena Had Enough Yesterday
Beautiful brain has turned. Mother’s gone mad. Jars of formaldehyde. Terribly bad. Dad works his days away, mending the rust on an old wooden time machine. Sawing sawdust. Amoreena had enough yesterday. Where has her purpose gone, entrepreneur. The need to create something kept in a drawer. Those who are listening can’t be too sure. Words exit from her mouth and fall on the floor. Amoreena had enough yesterday. Drawing the line again. Drafting a war. Peace is the same for you for nothing at all.

Green Faery
Green Faery you’re sublime. Unearthly light casts a shadow into another place. Another place and time. Green Faery take what’s mine. I’ll rest my head on your pillow. There is no other way. No other way to fly. Over the face of that jolly fellow. Behind the eyes of a head that’s hollow. Sugary sweet makes you nice to swallow. Out of your mind. We’re all sure to follow. Green Faery say goodbye. I see you there flying solo. On to your favorite place in the morning sky. Green Faery knows where I’m, I’m standing here in my raincoat waiting for another day. Another day to shine.

Wasting The Days Of Youth
Memorize what you’re told then cough it up slowly. Relinquish your control for what you deem Holy. Carving all that you know into the table. I’ll return all your calls when I am able. Marching toward the truth. We were wasting the days of youth. Test your luck for the prize, over and over. You’re corrupted by love, but you recover. History can be shaped. You have the power. Add a little more sand. Extend the hour. Marching toward the truth we were wasting the days of youth.

Goodnight Anne Berlin
Goodnight Anne Berlin, Summer sun ambien. California’s fallen seas, settle down nice and neat. Goodnight Anne Berlin, sweet skin, salt and sin. Wonder what the town we’re in. Wonder why the scenery spins. You need to be alone. Anne Berlin’s got diamonds imbedded in her pale skin. Sentimental scientist all wrong. Anne Berlin’s got tarot cards, sweet incense and magic wands. No wonder he fell under her spell. Goodnight Anne Berlin, to the sweet hereafter kiss. Sleep tight Anne Berlin. You know it to be a dream…

A Carney’s Delirium
Off in a field, very far away. Standing alone with too much to say, only yesterday. Last week seemed like an eternity. Working this town Fair calliope. Aw, what’s left of me. And you had hoped to be better. And you’ve sustained some bad weather. And you will keep it together. Another State Fair along the road. Can’t shake this feeling I’m tired and cold. Aw, you’re growing old. Thanks for the message, you’re very kind. We all have the fear of getting left behind. Aw, a state of mind. And you had hoped to be better. And you’ve sustained some bad weather. And you will keep it together.

This Is Strange
I was jumping a trampoline without any savior. When my head rose above the trees, I met my new neighbor. “I’ve got friends”, said the lonely girl. She’s got friends from another world. This is strange. She said, “I don’t need your sympathy about the explosion when the rise of the stone machine depleted the ocean.” Have we got better things to do? ”There’s a whole to infinity and thee ever after. Your Apostles of make believe won’t get you there faster.” Have we got better things to do? She said,” I don’t need your sympathy
About the explosion. You’re recycling memories…”

Alligators Eat Gumdrops
Alligators eating gumdrops. Presweetened Blueberry blonde. Take a day trip to the fun shops. Chocolate coating keeps you warm. I don’t know but I’ve been told…Marsha mellows out with jello and her favorite magic wand. Assaulted batteries are bad news. Does your Mother know you’re gone? I don’t know but I’ve been told what you have done.

Butterfly Revolutions Vol. 1

Chrysalide
Would you like to make the evening news? Tighten up your wires and your screws. Your look is so determined and confused. Delicately wipe off all the dust. Paint another coat over the rust. Shed another tear dear if you must. Hold on to me chrysalide. Has your coveted insecticide already touched your mind? Hold on to me chrysalide. Does the turning give you butterflies? What have you left behind? Hold onto me chrysalide. In a dream I take you home tonight, frolicking in the sky. Your well adjusted harness is secure. Your well adjusted mentally obscure, beautiful, misguided and demure. High upon the ledge you seem alight. Standing graceful tall into the night. Ready to employ eternal flight.

This Weather’s Better For Velvet Clothes
Monday, a perfect day for taking pictures of the clouds. She left her green beret on the bus we took to town. Nose rings and pretty things gathered in a sari shop. Her eyes were so surprised when I stopped breathing. When you’re hoping it rains it pours. You think you hide it, but girl it shows. This weather’s better for velvet clothes. People love to stare. Rose incense in the air. I need a bite to eat. Help me get back on my feet. We left the sari shop for a bowl of be bim bop. She smiled in my eyes. I really want samosas.

Medicine Queen
Don’t say a thing Medicine Queen. Don’t wake up in the flowers overcloud. What does it mean this chemical dream? I was afraid you’d mixed up what I found. Pay no attention to them they’re floating away. Just like the end of a movie you can’t remember a thing. Don’t say a thing medicine queen. Don’t wake up in the flowers overcloud. One time they trembled for you brought you honey and bees. Just cause they lost your number doesn’t mean you lost me. Lost in the flowers overcloud.

Jupiter
In the morning when I heard you calling as I watched the fountain blowing up to the sky. Sparkling we come down. Making only a sound. Touch the ground and I know I’m never calling you again. Out of breath and out of what is left beside us? Lying here to guide us? My astrolabe. Search the Heavens again. Trying to recall when you were there and I know I’m never calling you again. The spot on your lung is pneumonia. The spot on your heart is from her. The storm in your head is why they call you Jupiter.

Velvet And Corduroy
Velvet and corduroy. Sharing an Almond-Joy. Glaring she walks away seeking another boy, he’s so annoyed. Ride on the Tilt-a-Whirl. She’s just another girl wishing she’d spent her last token on lemonade. She’s so afraid. What’s a person to do when the one next to you is coming unglued? “Alive, Alive”, he slurred, “See the Two Headed Squirrel. Come see the Frozen Girl before she melts away on Saturday.” Their cotton candy’s blue. Giggling as they chew. Consuming all that is left in a Sapphic way, then they run away. What’s a person to do when there’s one next to you ……..who’s coming unglued? Velvet and corduroy. Another Almond-Joy. Glaring she walks away seeking another boy. He’s so annoyed

Shampoo
Pretty little horses sound real fine. The songs they play are in tune. The King has played the wrong chess piece this time. Queen’s knight takes pawn. You lose. As you lie awake the Sandman said, “Pray I’ll comfort you.” It’s true. There it comes, there it goes. Old enough, enough to know. Let it go. Leave it up to me to shape your mind. It will wash away with shampoo.

All Her Seasick Parties
Dramamine and her seasick parties. Tie your shoes so they won’t stop dancing. Broken toes are the signs of fashion. Broken noses will heal fantastic. Nothing to do with you. It’s got something to do with your Prozac stashes. Lost in America. You gotta be more hysterical kiss some ass and show some class. It’s true. Beam me up when you’re made of plastic. Pierce your tongue when you feel romantic. Lick your toes your so photogenic. Sending roses is so pathetic. Nothing to do with you. It’s got something to do with your Prozac stashes. Lost in America. You gotta be more hysterical kick some ass and show some class. It’s true.

Silly Girl
I know a girl who likes to talk in riddles. Rolling among the flowers she plays in the pouring rain. And I know a girl who likes to tell tall stories. Spinning you round and round she’ll tell you once again. Then she says, “I love you”. Nothing could be this real. Then he says, “I love you and I’m gonna show you all the world, my silly little girl”. I know a girl who wear’s the latest fashion. Singing there’s magic potion flowing through her veins. I know a girl whose voice is sweet as candy. Floating like Sun light through an Eastern window pane.

Pretty Little Things
Pretty little things, sometimes go home on Sunday. Or fall asleep on subways. Or lie about their Birthdays. Or fall in love with you. Pretty little things. Sometimes leave you on Monday. Or tell you not to worry. Or lie about their worst days. Or fall in love with you.

She Falls Down
Running up to the wall, sweet dreams of the other side. Fingernails in the cracks, we start to climb. She falls down. When we’re near to the wall we hear something rhythmical. It’s just the thing, you’ll see it will be something magical. She falls down. Feel so odd and displaced, there’s no more room for my face, just confrontation and grief, go over the wall life will be so…When we get to the top all you see will be beautiful. Keep your toes in the crags and don’t look back. She falls down.

Blue Vinyl
Carolina. Sister lie down. Carolina. I shut down. Never easy to see. Never easy. Release. Blue vinyl. She spins ’round. Never easy to see. Never easy. Release. Carolina, I miss you so. Carolina, I miss you. Carolina. I shut down.

Queen Anne’s Lace
She is a sunlight filtered charm. She has a rainbow on her arm. She’s looking down out of the sky. She has a glacier in her eyes. “I see a different light through holes in the night,” so she said. She’s wearing bells on every toe. She is the one. She’s what you chose. She is the Buddha when she laughs. She gives you everything you have. “I see a different light through holes in the night. I touch some Queen Anne’s lace. The tears roll down my face. I hear the mourning dove singing a song of love. I taste the flavor red through this thing in my head”, so she said.

Butterfly Revolutions Vol. 2

Metropolis
Voice 1: At the center of the world there’s a hole where the center should be. Where everything stops. When the world spins the world tilts and we all fall off and out in to space…Voice 2: She said, “Organize the people.”                 Voice 1: Deep out in space there’s no air. It’s okay; we’ve evolved into things that don’t breath…Voice 2: She said, “Everyone should know.”
Voice 1: We time travel silent and dumb to the start of this whole impossible trip…Voice 2: She said, “Bring to me your questions.”
Voice 1: We try to ask our Gods who’s to blame for this horrible thing. We fall asleep…Voice 2: ”These answers I have been told.” Voice 1: In the dreams our Gods come to us and they laugh and they dance and they sing…
Voice 2: “I’d like to build a fountain in the center of the world. These ordinary people have no need for golden girls.” Voice 2: She said, “Grow a tiny garden.”
Voice 1: At the center of the world there’s a hole where the center should be. Where everything stops…Voice 2: She said, “Make the people smile.”
Voice 1: The end of the world is a sign we know we should read. We’ve forgotten to see…Voice 2: She said, “If you let it harden,” Voice 1: So close up your eyes open your mind. Wasn’t it all worth the ride? Voice 2: “Then your heart will surely die. I’d like to build a fountain in the center of the world. These ordinary people have no need for golden girls.”

Complicated Mind
You met a day, people say it’s an unattainer’s life. You met a fate on holiday, promenade, you walked on fire. And I fell into arms so round. Bring me up. Put me down. Where will it lead, to a dream of an automated life. You’re the disease for the cure girl it makes us unalive. And I fell into arms so round. Bring me up. Put me down. Swear my mouth is open wide. Swallow the entire night. Not a trace of this place left behind. Not a trace of this space or this time. It’s all there in your complicated mind.

Caroline
And when she rains down on the Saint of Evermore. And when she names all of our silly snail’s tears. “Remain.” Telling a sincere day now someone say she will. And when the rainbow flowers sun the April near. “Remain.” She says, “Caroline I wish you’d find somewhere where the clowns won’t shake you. Caroline I wish you’d mind when the circus always spins and takes you. Caroline, rainbow the doll is hearing everything we do. Paint all around our eyes so when we say we do. Caroline I wish you’d find somewhere where the clowns won’t shake you. Caroline I wish you’d mind when the circus always spins and takes you on a ride.”

North Hampton Woods
Can we find our way to north Hampton woods. Can we get away from north Hollywood. Can we find our way to north Hampton woods. Until it all breaks down. Can we find our way where night feels good. Can we run away from days understood. All the lights shift down. Until the sun burns down. I don’t know how we should care about it. I don’t know why we should scream and shout it. I don’t know why we were scared to shout it. I don’t know how we should care about it. All the lights shift down. Until it’s over now.

The Ottoman Girl
In the foyer of her Hotel room there’s an Asian pair in the easy chair. Eating Turkish fig filled ma’amouls in another room. Scent of sweet perfume. Conversation is preoccupied. Feign a look outside. Fascinating eyes. If you’re tired you can go to sleep. Very indiscreet. All the people leave. She offered me tea. The end of the world. My head’s in a whirl. The Ottoman girl. A couple a piece. Some more if you please. As white as a pearl. The Ottoman girl. Missing pieces have opened up my porcelain cup and the tea has leaked. Dripping down on her neck inside of her silk elbise. Fascinating eyes. She offered me tea. The end of the world. My head’s in a whirl. The Ottoman girl. A couple a piece. Some more if you please. As white as a pearl. The Ottoman girl. After all the ma’amouls were gone, in the early dawn on the Ottoman.

Henrietta Lacks A Smile
Henrietta lacks a smile. Henrietta’s all the while. Henrietta lacks her ears. Henrietta’s gone for years. Henrietta lacks her eyes. Henrietta’s always nice. Henrietta didn’t know. Henrietta grows and grows. Henrietta nobody knows it was you. Henrietta lacks her hair. Henrietta doesn’t care. Henrietta lacks a face. Henrietta’s been every place. Henrietta lacks her heart. Henrietta does her part. Henrietta lacks her head. Henrietta are you really dead? Henrietta nobody knows it was you. Could have been any one. You were the chosen one. You might just save every one.

Flowers
I’m amazed at the sound around you and your language of half-truth. Broken vase is a cause to tend to. White bouquet and super glue. Flowers. Words you say are like flowers. They’re floating away. Falling down on the ground around you, makes me sneeze and desire you. Wait a moment you’ll be televised. All undone we can run blind. Prayer beads adorning you. A keepsake from a sadder fool. A sweet kiss from a siren unknown. Dried out from Sun rays. Flowers. Words you say are like flowers. They’re floating away.

Whither Fare Thou Be
All of these things we fear, shake them off of your shoulders. Whither fare thou be, thou hath made me a soldier. All these dreams and only 4am. Fall asleep and fall in love again. Can you see me here I’m floating. Hypnic jerking. A crash landing. She was splayed across the ceiling.

Revolutions
Home in a madness with nothing to do. Most of the ceiling is falling on you.
You jump across never looking behind. Sit on the edge and play never mind.
Just to see if they fall in a well. I’ve never felt this soft in the day. She’s always rolling around in the dew. Revolutions and the venting of youth. She sent a warning to caution my eye. A wave and a welcome will soften in time. Tips for me if I play in the subway. Isn’t this feeling discomforting you. Curse the morning a song and a fool. Isn’t this feeling discomforting you.

Realization Loop
I’ll make a dessert. She’d love to be hurt for you. I’ll find a way back. Tip toe through this maze of you. Do you think I’m old before my time? Realization loop runs in my mind. Where will you see this story go? Do you think I’m lazy or just slow? I’ll fake the terrain. Erase all the days for you. Buy pills at the Pharm. Recycle this yarn for you. Stupid genius set for Neuroblast. All wrapped up inside the New York Times. Animate yourself and run away ’till you’re in a world you never made.

We Are Not Self Control
She says it’s your loss, you gotta leave the planet once. I fell in love with city girls in the cinema. Where all the saints and miracles collide, collide. You shouldn’t be so cynical. She says it’s your fault, you gotta lose your self-control. I fell apart near her home with my stupid thoughts. Where all the saints and miracles collide, collide. You shouldn’t be so cynical. Broken teeth and crooked nose, we are not self control. Missing keys and alcohol, that’s not cynical.

A Drop In The Ocean
Mary Anna, how deep have you been? Salted water licked off of your skin. How does it feel to be a drop in the Ocean? You already know. Floating quietude. Ice melts in the rain. Mary Anna’s cup filled to the brim. How does it feel to be a drop in the Ocean? You already know. Waning moonlight. No shadow to see. Rhythm, Ocean, Mary Anna and me. How does it feel to be a drop in the Ocean? You already know.