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Through 3D gypsy goggles
refracts countless rays of tired light
will their voices grow and be amplified
projected through microphones made of ice cream
the terrible weight of the truth came crashing down
and the resilience of the human spirit
struck Chakra gongs
enraptured by lids of eyes
and bouquets of reservoir smiles
jaws cracked hanging from earlobes
lost a thousand games of marbles
to revolutionary poker stares hell bent on machination
mangled gears of blood double their efforts
timelessly motivated with travel
on and going forever more
through twisted streams of splintered memories
you've been lamented and loved by the best of them
awakening tongue tied with wings on your feet
alive in the vortex of dripping paint
rain of incense cloud and spice racks
comes drifting from congealed hydrogen tanks
to cure the mind of it self
let's make love to the open sky
the songs will keep repeating
and we'll fall on our backs to await the smelling salt parade
refracts countless rays of tired light
will their voices grow and be amplified
projected through microphones made of ice cream
the terrible weight of the truth came crashing down
and the resilience of the human spirit
struck Chakra gongs
enraptured by lids of eyes
and bouquets of reservoir smiles
jaws cracked hanging from earlobes
lost a thousand games of marbles
to revolutionary poker stares hell bent on machination
mangled gears of blood double their efforts
timelessly motivated with travel
on and going forever more
through twisted streams of splintered memories
you've been lamented and loved by the best of them
awakening tongue tied with wings on your feet
alive in the vortex of dripping paint
rain of incense cloud and spice racks
comes drifting from congealed hydrogen tanks
to cure the mind of it self
let's make love to the open sky
the songs will keep repeating
and we'll fall on our backs to await the smelling salt parade