Friends with weirdos and socialites

There were the three of us in the room, remember Mike put on the cd and I said you can tell that vocalist has a good heart by the way he articulates, and you just laughed and I said really, what do you know anyway, you married a dagger, Mike turned his head and you told me to grow up, and now the crowd at the bar is smiling at me. There’s this old burnt smell in the air which is reminding me of the abondened movie theatre on the corner of sixth ave. and seventh street, where I've spent a lot of cold nights sleeping.

13 birds circling about a quarter mile high in the sky, I’ve never seen so many birds circling so high, there are no robots in sight. He’s not too friendly but he’s got a heart of gold, at a young age he fell in love with falling in love. I’ll be the first to break the silence, the silence that’s been kept as long as it’s taken the river to carve the canyon, the canyon between you and me. You bought a black and white color chart with blood money, I’m talk-in money from the blood bank. Driving up a one way road, cursing at everyone as you go, trees look like broccoli in a miniature world. And now it’s five o’clock Thursday afternoon and Friday’s in the air.

I can’t see over the Southhampton hedges, it’s good to be taken seriously, but no more serious then you are, there’s the sound of a festival in the street, see all the skinny people eating ice cream- it sure is heaven when you’re not in hell.

You on the phone hunched over in a sweater..it’s nice to see you on the pottery wheel again, I’ve missed the smell of wet clay, and David believes he has painted The Seine At Argenteuil from scratch- all while I was pondering the fact that sound has shape when suddenly I got pulled over by a firetruck

Dream of today-Dream of tomorrow...

Tune popped out while exploring some lyrical concepts that I had been tossing around for a few years...ideas like what subconscious elements and forces lead one to make certain desperate decisions. What drives me? What values define my actions, etc...

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