the 60s folk hero blues.
I live two blocks from the highway that brings me to you and brings us all beyond to the outer reaches of the sun that we love that we need to live that we need to keep going in this wheel that spins us round to get back to the beginning but we never know why we are going round and round.
the false idol plugs into the cosmic background and does his dance while the believers rally around to bring about the change we've needed for millienia. Then the leader of the real pyramid falls to the hands of the invisible gods of this world and the entire army drops to its knees to find nobody was listening.
The dreams is now a product that we wear on shirts printed over seas. our currency becomes the meaningless dead byproduct of nature that it always has been and we sink back to our dead roots.
jealousy and fear rule the minutes while the years are run by plans and frameworks that must be lived in, right?
the false idol plugs into the cosmic background and does his dance while the believers rally around to bring about the change we've needed for millienia. Then the leader of the real pyramid falls to the hands of the invisible gods of this world and the entire army drops to its knees to find nobody was listening.
The dreams is now a product that we wear on shirts printed over seas. our currency becomes the meaningless dead byproduct of nature that it always has been and we sink back to our dead roots.
jealousy and fear rule the minutes while the years are run by plans and frameworks that must be lived in, right?