hourglass spreads

Turn left of the turnpike, time
gets easy if you just try
and worry is just another task
keep it all bound up in shining library consciousness is yours
keep it down, children

Old angry and raging out
puts clouds through my head
and you�ll be tied to railroad tracks in sheer rose colored glasses and
lingerie
but no trains come here anymore
and we�ll just laugh

Keep the ground from moving
out from under
the rest of us
and the movements and
arrangements of clouds
can be ours for this day and on
or have it now
you get just tide-songs (ebb flow-heart disease)
outline a lost soul and
we of the skyscraper societies,
just looking out from balconies while
crumbling down goes on just out there
over there where people try new things out on punk kids
and experiments in sex are
just art for the teenage monolith

Valhalla: stretch you out, mark it
best unknown and
sinister lust-laughs come arms outwards and
lifts you up
like nowhere else.

Hitting the high notes may be
the hardest, but
we�re always worth it.



2004-02-27 | 2:48 p.m.
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