Bonnaroo 2008
Every other eye of the esophagus
Hears the rough ride remix
Touch the texture of the temples
Sounds complicate the cow
Pow bungalow highway
Roads really randy
Solar power happy hour
Cowering clover in the
Field day Dilapidation of the desk
Rows rippling runways taking off
The ocean canopy dominating the
Dancing dirty doings of the dance
Floor nation of Gypsy Land Rovers
Going to college to
Collage the Canvas with
Cannabis can’t handle this
Handle that holding out the
Sun on a string
Sitting on a rainbow strung
Outback firing quivers in the
Rain real golden like the
Glowing god row of Port a
Potty portals into the orange
Flowing rows of seated eyeballs
Blanketing the dirt covered bodies of
Water-based knowledge
Automatic writing the future
Incoming tidal wave of
Predestined personal power
Trajectories like hot glowing leaves of
Fire in the lungs smoking the hot
Glisten of the glasnost offering
Orbital planes of graining textiles
Finding outward appearances falling
Through sliding lanes of
Muddy sandal toes touching
Every other love light on
Full force like the morning
Jacket of dew frost cold
Sunlight my self sat in amongst
The Dead
Hears the rough ride remix
Touch the texture of the temples
Sounds complicate the cow
Pow bungalow highway
Roads really randy
Solar power happy hour
Cowering clover in the
Field day Dilapidation of the desk
Rows rippling runways taking off
The ocean canopy dominating the
Dancing dirty doings of the dance
Floor nation of Gypsy Land Rovers
Going to college to
Collage the Canvas with
Cannabis can’t handle this
Handle that holding out the
Sun on a string
Sitting on a rainbow strung
Outback firing quivers in the
Rain real golden like the
Glowing god row of Port a
Potty portals into the orange
Flowing rows of seated eyeballs
Blanketing the dirt covered bodies of
Water-based knowledge
Automatic writing the future
Incoming tidal wave of
Predestined personal power
Trajectories like hot glowing leaves of
Fire in the lungs smoking the hot
Glisten of the glasnost offering
Orbital planes of graining textiles
Finding outward appearances falling
Through sliding lanes of
Muddy sandal toes touching
Every other love light on
Full force like the morning
Jacket of dew frost cold
Sunlight my self sat in amongst
The Dead