August 3, 2013

  • Mr. Tambourine Van

    i am still the spinning particle yearning to find the earth in another time and space

    i'm still the same human being screaming for answers in the wilderness of the night alley's sin

    i'm turning with the victims holding on to their exploding finger tips toeing thru 

    the spectacle of the chorus roaring about God's forgiveness and justice

    stepping up into the firefight and singing to the fireflies who am i seeking really

    stretching hands into the daydreams and grasping onto latent nightmares

    albino's crowing for their pigment to return from whilst it came

    if only this moment would last forever and that nothing remained the same

    circling buzzards hypnotizing the prey

    lost in the fireworks lost in the skies exploding rains

    displays of death on canvas the paint is drying the saint is sighing

    are we all just addicted to the end, to the spiraling collapse

    is that you there staring back at me, the same stars yearning

    to augment their faces, to look young, to merge all races

    homogenous and famous to grin, ya dig

    the figment of the mind is a simple twist of fate

    ringing ya know

    it rings ya know

    it rings ya know

    do you really hear this

    it rings ya know

    it sings ya know

    it augments octaves without 

    a single note

    just a melody ghost

    inspiring another ditty about

    the happiness really the sadness

    living within our human physiology

    can we ever augment our biology

    and live forever

    to truly cross another threshold

    see my dad right by my side