There is a way to find it.
Take a hemiola of sorts, a 3 versus 2 feel to a 6 versus 4 dance.
The allemande to your left into Germany. The coucerat of France.
What am I to you, tell me true.
Water, the element of my existance.
A river catching all my assignments,
all the way down the road.
Now, consequently wet and destroyed but tactfully true.
If my sky should fall, would you call.
Most likely not. I've opened up my heart. I've given you it all.
You have 100 mcg. of LSD and you have nanograms of
some strange fellow-traveler impurity
that actually catalyzes the effect of the LSD on the nervous system into something else.
I do know that as you purify LSD you very quickly come to a
point
where it will not dissolve in the solvent from which you have crystallized it.
It gets to a point where it's insoluble in the methanol,
and you have to heat this for such a lonnnnnnnng
period of time in fresh methanol that some of it
breaks
down.
And once it has broken down, only then will it dissolve.
So there's a lot of strange stuff going on with this "chemical"
that doesn't necessarily work according to the usual principles of chemistry.
The bottom of jeans shredded, frayed, a shade darker than blue
The rain never stops, constantly gray against my dark eyes
They get darker as the days go on. Dreaming for blue eyes.
I've got an urge for collaberating my time
a high speed convenience, a triple saving
3 versus 4 until the final cadence
when all it needed to be was one against one polyphony
homophonic lost to a melody
a memory from your lonesome past keeps us so far apart
melt your cold cold cold cold cold heart
downloading a client that spams up your page
spies on your every type
until
the
time
comes
when you lose your mind
vh1, mtv, cmt, bet. an urge.
our new trinity. (ies)
life became a person over the years
laughing, taunting and crying with me
i liked life better as an idea
a theory of existance rather than some inhumane threat to keep me going
im trying to fight a feeling
but feelings are people of their own
and everyone has a mind of their own
i don't want emotion. i don't want someone to love me in the hallmark way anymore.
i want a will.
because will doesn't come and go
like the rain or the sun or the seasons
will stays and wants to stay forever.
there she goes again, that silly little girl
dreaming in her silly little world.
fuck off, it keeps me happy.
a new wind is crying mary
well, more like danielle
and i'm off to find my song
because this melody hasn't changed
and i'm not one for wasting my thoughts away
to a canon in C
The allemande to your left into Germany. The coucerat of France.
What am I to you, tell me true.
Water, the element of my existance.
A river catching all my assignments,
all the way down the road.
Now, consequently wet and destroyed but tactfully true.
If my sky should fall, would you call.
Most likely not. I've opened up my heart. I've given you it all.
You have 100 mcg. of LSD and you have nanograms of
some strange fellow-traveler impurity
that actually catalyzes the effect of the LSD on the nervous system into something else.
I do know that as you purify LSD you very quickly come to a
point
where it will not dissolve in the solvent from which you have crystallized it.
It gets to a point where it's insoluble in the methanol,
and you have to heat this for such a lonnnnnnnng
period of time in fresh methanol that some of it
breaks
down.
And once it has broken down, only then will it dissolve.
So there's a lot of strange stuff going on with this "chemical"
that doesn't necessarily work according to the usual principles of chemistry.
The bottom of jeans shredded, frayed, a shade darker than blue
The rain never stops, constantly gray against my dark eyes
They get darker as the days go on. Dreaming for blue eyes.
I've got an urge for collaberating my time
a high speed convenience, a triple saving
3 versus 4 until the final cadence
when all it needed to be was one against one polyphony
homophonic lost to a melody
a memory from your lonesome past keeps us so far apart
melt your cold cold cold cold cold heart
downloading a client that spams up your page
spies on your every type
until
the
time
comes
when you lose your mind
vh1, mtv, cmt, bet. an urge.
our new trinity. (ies)
life became a person over the years
laughing, taunting and crying with me
i liked life better as an idea
a theory of existance rather than some inhumane threat to keep me going
im trying to fight a feeling
but feelings are people of their own
and everyone has a mind of their own
i don't want emotion. i don't want someone to love me in the hallmark way anymore.
i want a will.
because will doesn't come and go
like the rain or the sun or the seasons
will stays and wants to stay forever.
there she goes again, that silly little girl
dreaming in her silly little world.
fuck off, it keeps me happy.
a new wind is crying mary
well, more like danielle
and i'm off to find my song
because this melody hasn't changed
and i'm not one for wasting my thoughts away
to a canon in C