flexible flyer in a pile of junk , |
a corner shelf in a corner of a barn in a corner of my mind in a corner of a corner | ||
Turn off yr tv set, turn off yr television, turn off yr tv set, they want you to keep it on | the spirit of galileo dreams while he rocks, rocks while he dreams | ||
float or you sink, in the well's deep water's while magic twists the afternoon's perceptions into peppermint stick halos | flamingo, go pink, pink flamingo, leaving the carpet of grass for points here and beyond | ||
stack me on top of my brother, raise me high toward mountains & vestibules of canyons, high on the spirit of wakan tanka | yeah, mack, park the car, disappear into a 1900s reality as real as the gate of time | ||
the riot squard they're restless, they need somewhere to go, as lady & i look out tonight from desolation row | vote for you, for me, in the tradition of the people, take back the diabolical core, turn it pure yet again | ||