Ecstatic swoons and our eternal condition Cheer us, cheer us! You know how the air whistles “Kathleen” Later is greater than never Won’t you turn on the kitchen stove? And see the blue flaming through the punctured metal. Ya, ya, yay whoosh Goes the Neppytune and the earthy baby Over in space system And the streets of Paris claim the pasts Over the dead-end Oh, Oh! Of tge visionary neighbor. I'll miss it forever. I oughta run from the big druggie vengeance Of the canyon birds, Of their calcium feathers, Of man, Of laughs, Of paradise. They're dying like a million mountain races. No one compares to you, great nosy sea And not to your whoosh-thud sounds when you squeeze the shore. Hear me hear from you! Little kip-upsurge-Oh, no hush now. It all looks decent for the broken tokens of my sorrow. I’ll have to smash the edge of tomorrow. But you remember what you borrow. Consequently I won’t have to follow You thru to the foggy and hollow Cave that you call home.
THE STATIC IS UNRAVELING, Now that the water left me. I WASN'T ANYTHING, Give me a quest or a question, GIVE ME SOMETHING or EVEN EVERYTHING Let the blasts in deserted hands be A CALMATIVE OR THE END