Spinning Again
Posted: Sun May 21, 2006 7:11 pm
Here come the marchers of the afternoon.
Oh my,
it is one of those perfect days again.
Im spinning again with my little friends.
This scene will play again and again.
Thank you for sound, thank you for moments.
What makes me feel so electric?
The sun is inside me and the presence is untmistakeable.
If I could put you under my skin then we could share
this life that I know is so wonderful.
I am the magical tip
of the arrows of the future.
My head could not fly any faster.
Hello, Im spinning again.
There is nothing wrong when Im looking out this window and see our plastic
spines hanging on the porch.
Oh yeah, we are our own songs.
Here come the spirits riding in low on their personal jet engines.
I remember the conversation about the vision-- In the end
your rocking chair exploded
and you fell
down the trap that your
ego incorporated
built under your supervision.
But why should I skip to the end of it all. In my life there was the most wonderful lust. I couldnt really share it with you or anyone. I imagined tents full lamps and 15th century keyboards.
It was decadent.
I am the sum of the unbridled coursing blood of connectivity that flows inside of me.
I have the secrets here in the afternoon.
I feel with the hands of life and the eyes of eternity.
My backbone is the fortune teller and
I can see
into a life where we feel every moment that is both
majestic and sublime.
If you can see it, get a pair of stilts. Its worth it.
The secrets will wait for you, the aren't going anywhere.
They are constantly
spinning, beginning, and ending, and starting again.
The ultimate resolution is inevitable.
Dont worry.
Oh my,
it is one of those perfect days again.
Im spinning again with my little friends.
This scene will play again and again.
Thank you for sound, thank you for moments.
What makes me feel so electric?
The sun is inside me and the presence is untmistakeable.
If I could put you under my skin then we could share
this life that I know is so wonderful.
I am the magical tip
of the arrows of the future.
My head could not fly any faster.
Hello, Im spinning again.
There is nothing wrong when Im looking out this window and see our plastic
spines hanging on the porch.
Oh yeah, we are our own songs.
Here come the spirits riding in low on their personal jet engines.
I remember the conversation about the vision-- In the end
your rocking chair exploded
and you fell
down the trap that your
ego incorporated
built under your supervision.
But why should I skip to the end of it all. In my life there was the most wonderful lust. I couldnt really share it with you or anyone. I imagined tents full lamps and 15th century keyboards.
It was decadent.
I am the sum of the unbridled coursing blood of connectivity that flows inside of me.
I have the secrets here in the afternoon.
I feel with the hands of life and the eyes of eternity.
My backbone is the fortune teller and
I can see
into a life where we feel every moment that is both
majestic and sublime.
If you can see it, get a pair of stilts. Its worth it.
The secrets will wait for you, the aren't going anywhere.
They are constantly
spinning, beginning, and ending, and starting again.
The ultimate resolution is inevitable.
Dont worry.
