Wednesday, February 21, 2007

let. me. speak.

begin - with a bouncing ball falling off a stairwell descending into a pit of lava hell and it might as well since that's really all it's got to do there and we should just let the laws of physics work

well it bounced and fell and did it well but that's no end of story

let's go let's bounce let's pounce - oneachother and movin out and movin in let's fall into our lonely sin and bounce and bounce and bounce with it and shit did you just change the rhyme into thyme of time of times we left and times we've made and times we've settled, let's behave, so don't get fussy and don't get prattled and begin to begin to begin to begin.

that's right, to begin and change me within so I can on limb, a-hop a-hop and bounce and swell and bounce and swell and Listen up this one's from the back of the party comin to the front of your naughty hair tufts that's right it's all comin up to you now what you say what you say

said iron wing and i'm a man for better things so let's not stop to commiserate or procreate or uncreate this creation, develop, fall, develop, fall, develop, develop, develop, develop, envelop...

so they closed up shop and locked it up and pianos too? is this fucked up and give me something more to drink from air to air and do not blink

where the fuck's my piano when I need it, where the fuck's my piano when I need you? stop and that's dramatic; cock up your automatic, and drive.

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I really need a piano. Or a microphone.

This is the stuff that I'd normally express on piano, and that's where it all comes together better. And right now, this French paper is NOT working out.

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