Dugong

It's time to make a change But a small one It's time to rearrange Not a problem Still, a solution This is my future Coming one tweak at a time Whether or not that will is mine By the seat of your pants or by plans, fly It’s time to make a change It’s time to become just a bit more strange Deviate, extricate myself from the running rate And take myself where’er I’m taken It's time to make a change It's time to blossom more out of my old ways This is my future, it's the future Blossom, blossom, blossom blossom blossom Bloom, buttercup Bubble past my own top Push the envelope before I open up Return to sender Send a new one Draft one, for fun for all and all for fun And I will be the first to rehearse all that I wonder And become me through the blunders Here, anew, here's a new one! One, two, metaphor Meta jokes are what I’m for What for! Have some more I tried to change it all Take it all on Mold the earth like a ball Not my problem But then I hit a wall And I thought I was tall So it came back round to me And I changed what little I did see And the ball started to roll Now I'm back in control This isn't the last the world has seen of me! Hoo, yow It's time to make a difference Little by little I'll grow something big And if you didn't see it coming No need to bear down running It's all the same the more things change Though it may seem strange and a bit deranged It's all gonna be okay, just believe that! It's time to take a step back Weigh my options It's time to count my chicks Before I've lost 'em It's time again to evaluate then charge, ahead! (It's time to evaluate then charge ahead) It's okay to make a change Even if you get lost in the way Every day is new And every day, so are you So what are you (else is there) to do (now) But roll on through now? É hora de fazer uma mudança Mesmo se você não tem confiança Se você falta uma idéia Progride com uma mente clara Pés no chão e coração puxado pelas estrelas There's a way I know To get to where you want to go And that's embrace the change In the cosmos as a whole And start that process where you take your hold Be bold in the face of the old Don’t thorough your life away, navel But thorough more life onto the fire, solar Just because it ain't broke Doesn't mean it can't be fixed, you know Desire to be whatever you grow No faux, fo sho Shotgun blast, reload That was just a hint of gold, ch-change So here, have a brain And welcome to (Odd) D’GroMo!

["Morning Mood" by Edvard Grieg from Peer Gynt] Yes! Sun’s up, and so am I! And…whoahhh, mannn, it is earrrly, ughh, Five more hours, I’m going back to dead… ["Morning Mood" by Edvard Grieg from Peer Gynt] Nnh, what time is--? Oh my God! I slept past my alarm. Oh man, I am totally dead. Ugh, I was so cozy and warm! But at dawn, my bed’s a deathbed. Woo! If only there were a way to, when it’s bright, feel so awake But I missed half an hour past half an hour past half a day. Why does the morning have to be So early in the morning, don’t you see? Doesn’t the morning ever get tired, Being when it is? Why can’t all the world live like me, in the night? Then we could work together and we could make our own lights We could make life like a rave, yeah, we’d be better than days! But no, From midnight to noon, It’s always too soon To wake up. (Whoever invented a.m. o'clock Should go die in a sunspot) The better half of the day Doesn’t deserve to stay Split in three different ways! Oh, madrugada mía... If only I could feel okay when the sun breaks night away But I missed half an hour past half an hour past half a day. “Good morning” is not an oxymoron, If and only if you are still asleep! My eyes are dry and my lids are heavy, This must be slow death by blaring, timed machine. (Ah!) I've seen it in my dreams, like the end of the world! A big machine coming down like a hailstorm! Wakes me up in the middle of the night, sometimes, Dreaming of this machine that doesn't even bite! Oh, but it bites... ATP, come back to me! Let me not need sleep all the way till three! Society, listen to me! Genius inventor, afternoon sleep! A USA siesta, please! Can't we all just get along? If only productively sleeping in were seen as okay, But neigh, I missed half an hour past half an hour past half a day. What was there to miss there, anyway?

This is a repeat after me(/myself) song! Ahaha *Ahem* There was a fish At the bottom of the sea A fish delish At the bottom of the sea We made a plan To see the bottom of the sea So we could take that fish And bring it up for us to eat So we dove down And paddled our way to the deep Looking for that fish At the bottom of the sea So we made it down To the bottom of the sea Where we found that fish On its seabed fast asleep And that fish dreamed Mighty, fighty, fishy dreams Till we took that fish And brought it up for us to eat So we made it up Into the oxygen again And then that fish Asked us if we could be friends And so we end Our mighty, fighty, fishy tale As our new friend and we Went ahead instead and ate a whale Bloop!

I don’t just survive here; I thrive here High spirits and high fives here Much less dead than alive here I feel a great sense of belonging, not longing Blissfully sing-songing for something If life is a classroom, then these moments are lessons Then this is a garden where we count all our blessings And sow them and grow them and show them to one another, Sisters and brothers, fathers and mothers, Rivals and lovers, there’s no one here loveless We play it like a game that we made real Smiles and laughter spinning the wheels Rolling the dice, feeling all right Betting on win-win scrimmages day and night For lesser or better Every spar makes me harder Every fight is fought with chivalry and honor Every little hardship is followed by water Drink up! There's little here that's really a bother I hardly notice it, no need for such focus I am relaxed and perhaps a bit bloated On old wealth and new health Whatever brought this high spell Is all well with me Economy, philosophy The lives we lead Community Did we ever not feel so alive? I forgot what it's like not to thrive

I am lost in your eyes, Somewhere ‘round the iris, to be precise. I think I got here through one of your humors, And there’s nothing so funny ‘bout that. I am lost in your gaze It feels like I’ve spent days in this maze With you, a euphoria keeping me warm And there’s no harm in how I’m lost in your arms I feel drawn along Strung like the chords that make this song Like a heartstring tied to my finger There’s some funny things here that you pull Over my eyes, is that wool? Over my eyes, is that? Over my eyes, is? Over my eyes Over my I am entwined in your mind Every cell that I can find Takes me on a wild ride To the next one inside Your head behind your I’m so lost in your eyes, Somewhere by the iris, to be precise. I think I got here through one of your humors, And there’s nothing quite so funny ‘bout that.

Achoo, yeah!

(Five! Mm, uh-that’s right, ah! Here we go, here we go) The prisonous isms of discrimination are not global They're localized So why might I wither away in dismay in this place like it's mine? If it's time to fly, why miss my flight? If there's a cold front in the Bible Belt Take it off and take off If the city's too slicked for the wrong kinds of pricks Why say “fuck it all” when you can fuck off and try your luck? Have a ball Roll off that high hill, high roller Away from the tree Chip off the old block Chip off the shoulder Rolling away Like a bolder Away from the smoldering Abstaining to save the deranged from itself Hivemind confined in a delusion of confusion Thinking they're different from within the illusion Superhumans blooming, hot ballooning Attempting to bring truth and beauty To a hellish tempest Well, I'm not that selfless (Not yet, if I'll ever be, ever be, ever ever ever be) Bud erupting from the skin of a reincarnation, snakeskin Ever-blooming, ever-human Ever-groovy, ever-waiting for the next shoe to drop Dreams of the future but knows that I'm not there Can't jump to the next track, or can I? Self-aware I am my own stranger Vision laced with One part space and two parts air Staring into voids with lenses and defenses Developed a cross-section of endlessness Swelling and venting, ebbing and flowing, Ever-almost goddamn knowing Giving and taking, blissing and aching Sucking and blowing A blade in the cremation chamber of heat and pressure Made sharper, folded in layers But to what end when I cool off? Mental fool, tool, ruler, steamroller On and on, flatten my path Heavy steps learning this dance Advancing with my metamatter lance In and out of a smattering of trances Traps of hapless trapped in their mental maps How can I help? By just being myself? Prerequisite, placebo, start with that before testing the else's bits Helping its Thems Them Become whelmed Realigned with cosmic design Awesome in mind Redefining trying Vying, sighing, no need for prying when you know what's behind But we don't, so why even try lying? Violence, vileness, mountainous miles I'm counting the trials and errors against me Bent me Bent at me Bent, atrophy Cataclysm, validly Can't live, virality, vitality Callously floundering Dog pounding each other, themselves Can't see the cool past the flames of their helixed hells eddying just extended past their empathies’ reaches Embedded in their self-centric beliefs and ideologies Drowning in their own think tanks Sacrificed like virgins Ignoring their pink Rarity to flare up massaging these tight-knit knots Able to stare into the void of their darkness and lighten up From what source might their brightness ignite? A love feedback cycle (I've already decided in digitally wired writing) Cup of luck and love runneth over Spreading spraying runoff How daringly, maybe, might a savior come off? Pressed past defenses extending their embrace into the space of slavemasonry? Or patiently laid back in a landunlocked palace of lavish chalices splashing with their happinesses, lacking mad crap and all that nastiness, advancing radiantly, radically, radiating indiscriminately into infinity, interesting facsimiles, integrating and raising nonsqueamish daydreamers, raising heavens and leading all people to the tips of their own gracious steeples? What a lot of thoughts that I've got Philosophical thought trains of the stations I may yet gain entry to, either premade or ready to be Futures screwed so I'll move in the direction of unscrewing And the world keeps moving March eighteen, seventeen...

(Touching cards before dealer, saying "p of o" during p of o, out of order, being a moron, bad play, failure to announce "last card," bad call, vulgar language, full frontal, cheating, have a nice day, failure to announce name and suit, flinching, failure to be polite, asking a question, failure to salute, touching cards during p of o, failure to have a nice enough day) Mao. Listen, kiddies, and listen well To this story I'm about to tell. It's truly epic, solely because It's about the greatest communist that ever was. Now, don't get confused, outraged, nor sad, For you know as well as I that communism's bad. It's not because of this, though, that I like him so much: It's because he had a sort of a legendary touch. Now, as the legend goes, Mao Zedong Was trying to make sure nothing would go wrong With his captured prisoners, his tortured fools, So he took a deck of playing cards and invented some rules. Now, you might be wondering, "what could these rules be?" The thing about these rules is that they're kept very secretly. Anybody who knows any is not allowed to say, And, if you don't know any, you learn when you play! Now, in Mao's day of playing, when someone broke a rule, A finger or a toe would cut off with a sharp, knifelike tool. But, since, today, such barbarianism is outlawed, When you break a rule, a card you'll have to draw. Now, drawing one card may not seems like much, But, even if you know the rules, it can be just a touch Harder than you think to keep yourself clean, Especially when you get to making rules, and you'll see what I mean... :) (So basically, the only rule You can explain Is that the rules Cannot be explained.) In Mao's day, when a prisoner won a hand, Mao would grant that man freedom, and let him leave the land. Today, if someone's hand becomes empty, Their reward is making a rule that is temporary. Temporary rules are what keep the game cool, Even after everyone knows all the normal rules. Temporary rules give you an edge in the game And keep the game new, fresh, exciting, and not lame. Temporary rules are just like normal ones And are erased when the game is over and done. They can be reinstated when someone wins a round once more, But it's more fun to make a new one, 'cause repetition may be a bore. (There's one more thing about Mao I think I need to explain. Because the rules can't be explained, They aren't always the same.) Well, I think I've told you as much about Mao as I can Hopefully, once you play, you'll become a fan. If you want to know how to play and learn all the rules, Go and find someone who knows how to play so they can teach you! (Salute the chair, ace of spades, clubs!, point of order, no purge, queen of spades, salute the chair, have a nice day, last card, commence shufflery, end point of order, have a very nice day) Mao.

Oh, little Gracie Q When she doesn't have a thing to do She comes to my house Well, let's keep that between me and you She takes off her clothes She likes to tell this boy what to do Let's keep that between me and you, ok? She said, "Oh, come on, boy, aren't you tired of talking about sex?" I said, "Little girl, what do you really expect?" And then she pledges her allegiance To the united states of me She says, "You're such a little bitch" She says, "Head case, head case," Turn that thing around, "Let's play a game when you hear me make a sound Just go quite a bit faster Pretend that I'm gagged and bound" Oh, how I love to hear that sound Milkshake, milkshake, I love to feel you sweat We don't have to go to the pool If you want me to make you wet But can you keep a secret? Because the best little secrets are kept And you're my best little secret yet Well, Kit Kat, Kit Kat, kitten, you're the kicks She said, "Let me feel your love I mean, come on, make it stick I'm the best of your little baby chicks Oh, you're my, you're my sweet tooth sugar fix." A-tick tock tick tock, oh, baby, forget the clock You don't have to do a thing And you know I love your baby talk Just be sure to close the shades and turn the lock A-milkshake, milkshake, I love to feel you sweat We don't have to go to the pool If you want me to make you wet But can you keep a secret? Because the best little secrets are kept Oh, little Gracie Q When she doesn't have a thing to do (Mm) She comes to my house Well, let's keep that between me and you She takes off her clothes She likes to tell this boy what to do Let's keep that between me and you, ok? She said, "Oh, come on, boy, aren't you tired of talking about sex?" I said, "Little girl, what do you really expect?" And then she pledges her allegiance (Mhm) To the united states of me She says, "You're such a little bitch" She says, "Head case, head case," Turn that thing around, "Let's play a game when you hear me make a sound Just go quite a bit faster Pretend that I'm gagged and bound" Oh, how I love to hear that sound Milkshake, milkshake, (Ah!) I love to feel you sweat We don't have to go to the pool If you want me to make you wet But can you keep a secret? (Mhm) Because the best little secrets are kept And you're my best little secret yet Well, Kit Kat, Kit Kat, kitten, you're the kicks She said, "Let me feel your love I mean, come on, make it stick I'm the best of your little baby chicks Oh, you're my, you're my sweet tooth sugar fix." A-tick tock tick tock, (Mm) oh, baby, forget the clock You don't have to do a thing And you know I love your baby talk (Oh, baby) Just be sure to close the shades and turn the lock (Oh, baby, ah!) A-milkshake, milkshake, I love to feel you sweat We don't have to go to the pool If you want me to make you wet But can you keep a secret? (Mhm) Because the best little secrets are kept Oh, little Gracie Q When she doesn't have a thing to do She comes to my house Well, let's keep that between me and you (Mmh!)

My voice sings for this song's creation. My snare drum taps for it, too. My bass drum booms to make rhythm, While my hi-hat taps though and through. My bass plays a groove for this song to flow, While my piano hits strings to make notes up higher. My synth guitar voice means everyone's here, So let's go, before my heart lights on fire. And the cymbal goes crash, And that's when I knew it: I had overslept my alarm I had slept right through it. On this Saturday I had no school I just went out To make my rule Known by all I know, Seen by all I see No one else has seen, You can take it from me I grabbed my clothes And went outside Felt the air's chill As I eyed the sky. Next thing you know There was a crater where I stood Except, where I stood Was no more good [Piano solo] And my earth goes crash Into the moon Let's make this my throne If not my tomb, For if this day Should be my last, I should hope It was a blast. I'm going past crazy Finding me a home One I can be in All alone. [Guitar solo] And my heart goes crash When I realized, That my journey straight up To the skies May have, very well, Been in vain, For I forgot the one thing That keeps me sane. You know what I mean When I say this to you Need I go on? I don't think I do. So I left my throne For a quick round trip Pick you up, then Flip the ship. Found you there, Just waiting for me, I said, "Let's go;" you said, "We're almost free" And the cymbal goes crash, And that's when I knew it: I had overslept my alarm I had slept right through it.

I remember as a kid wanting to fly free Alone in the sky above the city. And now that I've grown, that feeling's still true, But what changed is I wanted to share it with you. Floating by the clouds, hand-in-hand, all alone, Escaping to this pristine world of our own. As carefree as such surreality would be, I wished that I knew whether you’d share it with me. All I had left was my blinded mind’s eye: An illusion enough to breed living lies, And one thing my lies, spreading, told me to do, Was realize that some dreams just don’t come true. I woke from my dreams, day and night, halfheartedly. Looking for a truth untrue outside of my world and my mind. Saw what I wanted, still less than convincing, But stayed bound to a string too imagined to unwind. And all I had left were recycled sky-highs: A not-yet-lost hope to make young love seem right. Though what my gossamer heartstrings told me to do Was to see I truly never fell in love with you, oh no. (Smiling, crying,) deluded-entendre, Deriving real meaning from tainted fairytales, Countless spirals to infinity petals, A simple conclusion through intricate trails. (Smiling, crying,) deluded-entendre, Deriving real meaning from twisted fairytales, Count every petal till the last one has dropped, And admit to myself that she loves me not [Guitar solo] I wanted to fly free above the city, And that was still true, but then I longed for you To be here with me in harmony. But now, I see that won’t come true. No it won’t; no it won’t. I wanted to fly free above the city, And that is still true, then I longed for you To be here with me in harmony. But now, my life's dream is renewed. Yes it is; yes it has. And now all I have left are the words of the wise: A collection enough to have my heart trust my eyes. And there’s one thing my senses tell me to do, And that’s know that there’s more in love than I knew! (Yeah, oh...)

I don’t thrive here; I just survive here Less dead than alive, but still not so alive here I need to take fives here to infinity and beyond Littered with a bitter, lingering, belittling sense of longing, not belonging Sorrowfully sing-songing for something gone If life is a classroom, then this is a test It’s where I put on my Sunday best See who I become under pressure Wonder when I’ll get back my paper graded But it never comes back, I constantly take it and I hate it Housed in a callous castle among the hallowed clouds (Aristocrats and paupers alike tell me that I should be proud) With a floor set to give way when I look down Upon a dizzying fall to the desert below The fall would be a deadly blow I'd never want to sink so low Guillotine, sinkhole, gallows So I keep my head down and my eyes closed Swallow my pride and gulp down my fears Dream of anyplace better than here Do what I must just to stay afloat Feeling on the edge of being tossed from the boat, the yacht Sick of this hell and its host Still, it's all that I know It’s all that I’ve got So I cling tight to hope And keep working to cope Walking this tightrope Nowhere over any rainbow I play it like a game that became real No time-outs, no game-overs, no pauses, No walking away; no, I’m strapped to the wheel I take it, break into it Like Jumanji, but the pieces go ‘round and ‘round in cycles and circles Pondering Mr. Williams’ one-way flight from this world Inescapable, fate’s a bull which hits me by the horns Whichever way I turn, I end up scorned I end up burned, I end up charred I never learned, i was never taught Every spar is getting harder Every fought fight chips at my armor Every little hardship feels like it's larger Than anything faced by any mother or father Sister or brother, rival or hater Every other is looking so jaded, so weighted, so berated This is the garden where we toil for nothing, it seems I’m not in this world, I'm lost in my dreams One foot in the ether Hoofing along, waiting for the other shoe to drop There's little here that's not a bother I hardly got a drop of water Because there's not one I'm running on nothing, bluffing What's wealth?, low health Whatever brought this low spell Is a hell to me The scarcity, The life I lead Lock without a key Colossal claustrophobic calamity Will I ever feel alive? I know just what it's like to survive That's it.

The arrows The arrows The arrows The arrows (forward) The arrows (moving forward) The arrows (forwardly) The arrows (moving forwardly) The arrows (moving forward) The arrows (moving forwardly) The arrows (in this factory) Grinding forward on a boat This thin, shiny, metal sheet On a perpetual slow halt Hurry up and then go wait Into the the clearing, clearing, clearing All eyes open wide There’s a little time to wait Before the next stop of our ride Before the next box we’re crammed inside So we all scatter Clamor all to our preferred sides Some are joking with the factory guards And some take the door out to the light To go and frolic in the green grass It makes you wonder why they come back But sure enough, when the red lights flash and the sirens yell They make a dash back to the assembly belt (Sometimes, the dogs have to chase them back, as well) And we grind forwardly The arrows (moving forwardly) The arrows (moving forward) The arrows (forwardly) The arrows (forward) The arrows The arrows (in this factory) Moving forward on a metal sheet, The darkness of this tomb Every step they say you’re more complete This revolution’s ending soon And then we’re let back out to the interim room Scatter each day just the same Open space, we play some games The metal sheet is bare and slowly coasting We go and do the things we’re not supposed to Even though we don’t all, but most do The wheels keep turning on this silent machine Alone, just sitting there engrossed in my dreams To the side of the belt with its slow-motion careen Today, I didn’t feel like playing all the same schemes So my eyes open wide, and I see Lord of the Flies And I’m done living life down all the same lines They won’t let me go too far if I dash outside I’ve got little choice to make in this place So I grab a ladder beside me And I go climbing so highly But all of my comrades spy me Their darting eyes see Where I chose to be And they can’t believe I could be So naive So their anger is shown As they’re throwing their stones Pelting me to the bones It’s them vs me all alone I wasn’t hurting no one I just was having some fun Climbing up towards the sun Their inner fears are still unsung So they throw their stones and base their tongues And try to knock me off my rung My sight goes black and then I’m done I hit the ground with a frightful thud And they take me away and wipe all the blood (Woo!) [Guitars solo] I’ve left the factory And its machinery But I’m far from scot-free In this medical module They stitch up the rips Iron out some kinks Then give me some tips On how to think What is their fascination with these machinations? (What is their fascination) Next week’s destination is back to my station (With these machinations?) Where I’ll try to find The answer Somewhere along the arrows (moving forwardly) The arrows (moving forward) The arrows (forwardly) The arrows (straight and narrow) (forward) The arrows (moving) The arrows (moving, moving) The arrows The arrows (forwardly) The arrows (forward, forwardly) The arrows (moving forward) The arrows (moving in this factory) The arrows (in this factory) The arrows (The arrows, the arrows, the arrows, the arrows...)

Uagh... The beast chained to a stake with a leash He’s made mistakes and one’s his favorite feast He tastes his aches just like he can’t be released The voyeur pulling flies straight from the web Gently, yet they’re still left for dead Seems some traps last past when they’re opened wide The poison spreads It’s in my head Why must I still feel so left for dead? It’s getting old, toxic soul Why don’t you please leave me alone? Go back where you belong Blast from the past of a past The shape of the machine never lasts The pain is a hurdle we can move past So I choose to believe Against adversity Burrowed deep inside of me Tooth, nail, and bigotry Trypophobia Locked inside my gut Anxiety (osteoporosis) over society (hyperkeratosis) And authority, there’s a war in me Which wolf will win: The saint or the sin, the pain or the grin? I don’t know (The poison spreads) The poison spreads (It’s in my head) It’s in my head (Why must I feel?) Why must I still feel so left for dead? (It’s getting old) It’s getting old, (toxic soul) toxic soul Why don’t you please, please, please leave me alone? Go back to Hell where you belong Long The soldier stumbles forward, torn by war The shrapnel horror hit him to his core Dug deep right to a place he didn’t know he had before And will the metal stab him until he dies? (Or) Will it grind and meld with his own insides? (Or) Will he stand sturdy, poised, tall, and all right? (Or) Will he die a martyr just like good, old Jesus Christ? It’s getting old, toxic soul Why must I still feel so all alone? The poison spreads It’s in my head Why don’t you please leave me until I’m dead? It's getting old (The poison spreads) It's in my head It's getting old (Why must I still feel so...) Toxic soul (Why must I feel so...) Why won't you please leave? I'm... ...Tired, tired, tired of this dread(?) Be dead! It's spread so quick, I never saw it Ready, no aim, I'm the target Carpet bombed (Toxic soul) like a (Necrosis) crop dusted (No control) In my head, it's a hot tub tar pit (There's a hole (in my soul) (it erodes)) Feels so personal, but must it? Culling my antiviral mindset Am I cultivated for a virus? Scratching at my scarred and bruised insides, pools of wine Out, I cry, "No! I’m pulling poison arrows from my spine When’d they ever get so deep inside? I know they weren’t there the whole time And, God, how I still feel like I’m dying..." The poison spreads It’s in my head Why must I still feel so goddamn left for dead? It’s getting old, toxic soul Why won’t you please (please, please, please, please, please) leave me alone? Go back to Hell where you belong Why won't you please leave me alone? Go back where you belong

Wey ooh oh ah oh ooh mmh

This is my earth And I live in it It's one-third dirt and two-thirds water And it rotates and revolves through space At rather an impressive pace And it never even messes up my hair (or the lack thereof) And here's the really weird thing Is that the force created by its spin Is the force that keeps the chaos from flooding in This is my earth and it's fine It's where I spend the vast majority of my time It's not perfect, no, but it's mine It's not perfect This is my country And I live in it It's pretty big and nice to walk on And the bloke who runs my country Has built a demagoguery And he wants us to be uneducated and racist (Tsk, mm) And the really weird thing about our leader is He's on the red side of politics And really on the orange side of skin It's like he's trying to be a Simpson This is my country and it's fine It's where I spend the vast majority of my time It's not perfect, no no no, but it's mine It's not perfect This is my house And I live in it It's made of cracks and photographs I rent it off a guy, who bought it from a guy Who bought it from a guy whose granddad left it to him And the really weird thing about this house Is it has locks to keep the baddies out But they're mostly used to lock ourselves in This is my house and it's fine It's where I spend the vast majority of my time It's not perfect, no no no, but it's mine It's not perfect, no This is my body And I live in it It's twenty-five and twenty months old It's changed a lot since it was new It's done stuff it wasn't built to do I've often tried to fill it up with fast food and booze And the really weird thing about this body is I've spent so much time hating it But it's never said a bad word about me This is my body and it's fine It's where I spend the vast majority of my time It's not perfect, no no no, but it's mine It's not perfect, oo This is my brain And I live in it It's made of love and bad song lyrics It's tucked away behind my eyes Where all my messed up thoughts can hide Because God forbid I hurt somebody, ah And the really, really weird thing about a mind Is that with every answer that you find There's the basis of a brand new cliché This is my brain and it's fine It's where I spend the vast majority of my time It's not perfect, no no no no, No, it's not perfect I'm not quite sure I've worked out how to work it No, it's not perfect, no It's not perfect, no! But it's mine

We ask you, please, to turn your brains to silent before paying attention. Turn your inhibitions off, and listen. With growing incontinuity and added indiscretions, A new kind of life will spread out into our houses. Our minds will be affected, one at a time, And we won’t be there to ignore it. We are all alone with each other, And waiting for something more than we know. In the times we didn’t know we forgot, And the places we once thought we remembered Truth will be disproven as our lost thoughts float past the surface… And while our houses turn from dust to dreamscape, the radio shall wait. Our job, as the radio, is to caress people who dream, Even when their eyes are open, And to bless the families of tiny white soldiers, Fighting to keep our dream alive... Dreams… A poison dissolved like organic clockwork As day evolves to daylight. All the fleeting clouds will leave the sky, While our minds inhale the invisible limelight… All right… It’s time: Time to let the instruments show their schizophrenic skills. The radio is waiting. / Phosphenic scenery, a soundscape from silence Suspended here freely on mach one canoes Our moccasin socks and skin leather together The weather is feathers, we're better than ever Forget or forgive, remember to live You live worlds in an endless pretend, amending The baffling scaffolding folding, unfolding, Beholding its molding ongoingly slowing The framework of blank minds, mechanix of black eyes, Wiped clean by spun coils, stretched out to the bounds Where each puff of dust in the sunlight Is seen as its own aurora And each smoky cloud in the night sky Creates light waves on the seafloor, Where each puff of dust in the sunlight Is seen as its own aurora And each smoky cloud in the night sky Creates light waves on the seafloor (or more). A break in the dam gate: the dreamscraper sirens With one makeshift voicebox: mach nine percent tubes. They’re welcomed trespassers, tinnabulate things, Not seen, heard, nor touched, but you feel when they sing. And oh the songs they bring to mind: Their busy homes are never quiet, Nulling the weight from the pulling id anchor ties Freeing the mind like a brainstorm for ego kites Things we've never seen before Decor that's free for the dreamer The wideminded seer will see more The eyes are mere proxies For light to the thought seas And when the night sets, then The thought seas, they glow They show their light nicely And light up the night seas Floating on blues, cruising through hues Canals akin to our canoes We ripple through Where each puff of dust in the sunlight Is seen as its own aurora And each smoky cloud in the night sky Creates light waves on the seafloor, Where each smoky cloud in the sunlight Is seen as its own aurora And each puff of dust in the night sky Creates light waves on the seafloor. The waking night is a nightmare The walking days are all dazed hallucinations

You may find, in this life, people who try to corral you, to control you, into being a certain way In a way that restrains your potential for fun, for merriment For silly, quibbly excitement Delightment And I bend that blanketed reality That piece of sheet And kick it off the bed Till it's below my feet And I stand, grandiose Just so everyone knows As I boast That I go where I go Because You as he as me as she as they as we are I am weird I am weird I am weird And I got no time for fear When I feel like being weird I rocket into first gear I make you squirm in your seats I see things a bit differently This ain't no phase that I'll finish I'll make you laugh while you grimace Because this is just the way I'm on display Methodically crazy, a little bit gay Gay? Like a daffodil And all o'y'all are laughin' still Have your fill, I know I will But some folks, some blokes don't laugh though And that's okay too! To each their own show Enjoy different voices, different choices for your ears While some shows might be hot or calming This one? It's just weird (I am weird) If we should be the change that we want to see, Then I'll be up in the void, freely chasing my dreams (I am weird) Putting all eggs in one basket spells out risk of death Weirdos give our human population breadth Turn our branch off life into a net Gets a bit more of what we can get From the willy givers to the book cover judgers You can always find another brother to go and smother others Following the simpler, easier paths, Made easy by the mainstream blazing en masse Enjoying short-term laughs like they're the greener grass And your short-term status with your short-term, ahem Well, turn away; the times, they change We oversaturate but in time it will all dissipate It might seem strange and a bit deranged But we push away from the cynics and the sinners To be winners in our civil frivol – It's simple! On the road less traveled Each battle's a new one The same circles you keep runnin' us in It's tiring, denial is a weakness But uniqueness and diversity are godsends Energy is wasted being callous, harsh and violent Blunting, blinded ignorances upend All the things our lives are here for What's all this fear for? And you make a pageant out of acts of dehumanity “Here be dragons” only keeps us living stagnantly Please see how the trees and the forest relate And you may see what makes possibility great Going out on the limbs That’s where all the fruits are Planting new trunks Yo, this sh- is the future! Eggs in many baskets Blowing fewer fuses and gaskets The price is we slashed it To make a more harmonious racket Have a ball, game set match lit Make a fit: don’t have one; have fun It's never too late to rewrite our fates We do it every day but we're not always so awake I am weird I am weird (If we should be the change that we want to see,) I am weird (That's where I'll be, up and out there, chasing my dreams) I am weird, I’m out there, not in here Inside the box, it's not as lonely with community But communally we don't share what we see way out there Way past the air, where no man's yet dared We're all on the same square, confined to share the same affairs Cess spreads fast when we breathe the same air It's claustrophobic in here, that's why I fight against fear Don't be afraid to face a little bit of pain on your way to the next stage To escape the cage that's outlived its age Turn the page to the next chapter you're after If we should be the change that we want to see, Then I'll be up in the void, freely chasing my dreams, it seems I'll go (You may say I'm a dreamer But I'm not the only one

Achoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!

It's really hard to survive here, yet I thrive here On myself I rely here So damn alive here! The desert's my grove here I'm finding my groove here I'm the new emperor of my own empowering Flowering with scanty showering Towering over the land like it's sand granules Endless stretches of wretchedness test this And I've bested it Every bit Every weather exemplifies my element From heatwaves to cold rain to icy nights I wear my needles out with pride Take from me and I'll be fine Near needless, heed this Ye weary travelers, sands of time There's not a droplet in my bones I can't homeregrow on my own What I get is what I get And what you get is nothing less than What you need to grow your seeds To become all you're meant to be They say it's darkest before dawn What kind of light trip am I on? The pain is washed off without a shower I wonder how long I can count on this power Hour after precious hour I am the laborer working for dime bits Middle-of-the-road, crying to no one Rolling crime off my shoulders I am the soldier marching my time step I am the student learning my mindset I am the artist selling life for low profit I'm no prophet, I just improv from my darkness I am priceless among all the lifelessness I am the power that flows through my fingertips I can go farther, I own my own ardor I am the flower blooming on scant mist I grow my own armor I am the cactus

You are the tomorrow; I am the today. I was made to marvel At your untouchable grace… You are the tomorrow; You are near to me, Yet, I have my sorrow, For here you won’t be. And whenever I see A day pass by, I have to ask "Have you seen her sky?" You are the tomorrow; I reach out for you, But your image is hollow: My hand goes right through. You are the tomorrow; For you I can’t wait. I’d give you my rainbow, But you can’t return thanks. And whenever I see A day pass by, I have to ask, "Have you seen her sky? Her clouds? Her earth? Her oceans? Her land? Her rain? Her snow? (Her sky? Her clouds?) Her life? Her love? (Her earth? Her oceans?) Her care? Her joy? (Her land? Her rain?) But most of all… (Her snow?) Have you seen the tomorrow?" [Guitar solo]

Let me set the scene for your envisioning: There I sat Tall drink of water With a tall glass of fine wine I'm dressed to the nines My life's friends on either side Of a long table, draped in white Dining as finely as the wine In the style of a banquet While the string quartet Helped to set the environment Lively, polite, lavishly draped My closest friends and lovers acquainted In a dinner date I arranged So we may all celebrate, graciously Silverware clinking on plates Laughter and amazed gazes shared Conversations creating elations While the gourmet entrées stimulated our salivations Smiles wide and bright, Eyes rolling to the backs of tossed back heads in delight It's all going all right I clink my knife to my wine glass I'm now standing; my guests let their minds pass Up the table, the quartet abates at the end of their phrase Some dab their mouths before setting their napkins As well as their cutlery down on the table They look up patiently, faces calm yet playful Lovingly, they wait to hear what I came to say To all of my dearest friends, lovers, and acquaintances Je vais responder, s’il vous plait And on that note, as was wrote, I cleared my throat and boasted:

*Ahem* A toast To new beginnings And old endings On life’s path That’s ever-bending I propose a toast, For you see That The old me, The real me, Returns from his slumber More buffed, Much buffer, And better than ever. This soldier will weather rough strife As a veteran to life In the war of the world, Cold (but lukewarm at night Where the dots and the lines All do fade to our minds While the Secret unwinds To the eyes Of the wise). The different ways to talk it all out And the different its to go talking about All show so many ways in this maze To go such different ways So away From the Way, Where the ways are just blips Much like waves bringing ships On which rich chests rest harboring Its for your lips to sip, Salty and sweet a bit, er, Coal with some gems in it, Gold with fool’s mold mixed in, Haystacks and needle pricks Good, good grace and tempting sins, Plain mix of everything. Sometimes, dull wits drive me crazy, Inane how we’ll miss all the its with our ways in the way! Like a downpour of ignorance, Stifling rain, I’m so graciously tested faced with hurricanes, yes, My patience is bested when shaped by the storms With no light but mine own to keep my own self warm With no mercy but mine own to keep my own light shone. I’m riding these waves at times fortnights of days, And I remain amazed how I’m washed of my waste While I slip amidst ships betwixt quick dips, Sip bits of the its, Pick the peaches from pits, Treasure chests, And let sweet nectar droplets drip swift from my lips Down my throat and off boats, both, So sweetness spreads coast to coast, Me as a humble host, Fighting for what I love most… So I devote this toast to my Ghostly boasts. Cheers!