(a song from Fall 2005)
south winds sail my left side as I point my telescope west Pacific wide.
She is closer than Mars. But I must tackle the Magic Mountain
She is full of suggestion. But I must adhere to a regulation
Her words are a picture. And my ears could be a frame forever
Southerly breeze carry me west
her black shiny blanket covers me best
sun sign beeps this is not a test
beating from the sound deep inside our chest
They say once and again it’s true
even when time and space are out, so far outerspace is where we’ve been.
I want to shuttle us somewhere new again, cause my earth seem’s nothing but blue-
berries are you…
Let’s hold hands and come down. Let’s go
with sound
like bats.
Southerly breeze carry me west
her black shiny blanket covers me best
sun sign beeps this is not a test
beating from the stars sound deep inside our chest. (more…)
