I do my best to sleep the caterwaul The classicists, the avant-guard I bought a green macaw, named him Jules He'll outlive me, he's a bright bird Keeps me company, I teach him new
I saw a hologram at the theme She looked as real as me the white fog Then she down to her ankles Turned into a million watt If I knew where she went, I follow
through the land of tomorrow Martian trinkets, Apollos In the sunshine, try to act My veins are of flat Cherry-Cola Slept on the bench, by the coaster
Dreamt I was riding on a Lion of Judah on the side
I'm fine, I'm back in the palisades Life's a wash, a pastoral play China shops and ivory towers I and I make to the Caesars Forcing the dregs of Decembers
Madeline, she in a slow bang All through the house, the strong smell of burnt Let's make it clean and run out the I a diving bell when I hear it We're down, now, under the surface
to dark, can shift in an instant Feeling but keeping my distance On all fours, she's just so Fills my mouth with ropes and slit wrists through the firewall into heaven
And I'm standing in that blinding light Crooked crosses from the sky
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