The cars sound empty
And hollow.
The band swings mighty hallowed.
We walk with saints.
She’s the lead singer.
Man she can belt a tune.
And there’s the story teller.
Telling your fortunes.
A roving band.
Walking the streets of netherland.
Strange talent of gods.
Speak with us.
Calling / sparking / presence.
Man, let’s load up on the spirits.
Poets of concrete.
No longer discrete.
Where did you get that shirt?
Does it matter? It’s yours.
Soulspace. Spinning energy.
Play some random cards.
They are too. Threads of destiny.
Weaved before you.
We are a band.
A child’s band.
Walking your streets, hand on land.
Mindless banter.
Strike your word in me.
Brainless chatter.
Truth bespeaks stream.
Did you understand one word he said?
I did. On some level.
That was some serious lyric, brother.
Brewing bowl of random chaos.
Cosmic bowl of nonsense.
Righteous indignance.
Spirit-binding compromise.
Soulspeak. Soulseek.
Man, a game within a game?
Are you insane?
I’m sure we all are.
At this point.
Aren’t you sure you want to
Keep it simple?
Follow the rules, Man.
Rub your hands.
Wait wait.
All these connections.
From this one.
To that one.
Is it me…