The Reaches Of Here
Sit down, have a drink
I’m caught in the middle
Sit down, have a smoke
Answering the riddle
Wine dine long lines
Long troughs of spittle
Some kind is quite so fine
So high above the middle
You say you’re looking for some answers
You find yourself on a quest
I do believe I am a freelancer
In finding means by way of leisure
Let’s go exploding
For more than forty seconds
For hours and hours
Just reaching peaks and no falling down
No forgetting one’s lines
Or Teeth falling out
Or serpents among my feet
Just sweet melting and melting
Oh how I want long to taste your adrenaline
Lay down
Will you be my doctor?
Open up my head
Look around
Why are you so flustered?
Endless mounds of bee vomit
Energize surrealize centralize your freedom
Do you see beyond the blue trees?
Do you see the creatures?
You say there’s no point to playing
Pretend we’re only innocents
What did I hear you saying?
Nothing in this land makes sense
Let’s go exploding
For more than forty seconds
For hours and hours
Just reaching peaks and no falling down
No forgetting one’s lines
Or Teeth falling out
Or serpents among my feet
Just sweet melting and melting
Oh how I want long to taste your adrenaline
Copyright 2005 Beau Phillips