: Moving days are coming Like the traffic, full of broken worlds. Being there is harder when you feel it, when your self is long deferred. And when
: Changed I feel changed all unwound changed Now. Strange voices strange Hear the sound strange Now. Feel the ground shake Feel the ground shake Feel
: Almost every thought fits neatly on this card; I could believe you. I could deceive you. Driving in my car Horizons in the dark; This dissolution
blocks magic mirrors to pretend. Seismographic data in our hearts Let?s invent them all again. Rocket arrows chart the motion of the stars you see, Paper
in a country sleeping warmly in the night. We believe Exxon, we play along the water getting blacker as we fight Geneva's gone, like a faded song an
: From the Kid to the Gold Rush You can see the Modern Times From the Rink to the Pay Day You can see the City Lights From the Count to the Circus I
: Signs on every mountain side line highways, stitching desert thread. Billboards break my spirits down, sky writing in this shell over my head My soul
: Loud, subaltern city streets, bellies wild with discontent; tall, glass buildings, where we meet watching classes in descent. Whoever made these
: It fell into place the whole earth database Kodachrome shots our astronauts were hiding Nomadic tribes, networks and beatniks on the rise We wore the
: North by north? lest we have to settle down we can sail without the wind in this town Things that London never saw Northern winters start to thaw;
: There's a light on the floor Shows your just out the door In a Russian film we belong like a gentle jolt of montage where the mis-en-scene flies back
: I put on a disguise And put out both your eyes You will not see me You will not see me. So put on infrared; Turn the light off in your head You will
: I will be blue in a red state all the long day with you. I will be blue in a red state all the long day with you. And when iron curtains start to fall
: These days the letter's like a freeze frame All the old ways get cluttered in the bric brac bones of the day Now the book lights They flicker like
: My patents are pending For me to say what I wanted to say, Your message confusing mine. Technologies talking, Hear them say what I wanted to say. My
city is coming down soon. Watching the light on the dash Warning that we're gonna crash One last time let's drive round again. Now I see your face in the mirror Fading
: I can't pay today and I never will I'm on the downside of the double bill Here's where I am (no surprise) A Monogram guy with Bela Lugosi eyes So
