Wednesday 17 June 2009

Electric Transcription

for P

Humorous ways
travel down
and out
across the street skies
and endless sea miles
and into rope
I turn

return its sound
in change weightless

grab at the folds around fog
guess can't stand
grab at the folds around fog
flying into new lands
trauma holds
nosedivin'
drunk and stoned
all judgement
comes and goes
all I take and hold
all I take and hold
and bury
ends in waves
our future just
can't see just
slippin' just
can't see just
slippin' just
askin' just

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