prelude/
Bear paws and rascal power
Watching us in your garage
Big girl you ate the neighbor
The nova is over
Wake up and play
Balleradio
Make room for Clara`s bare feet
The love of a Martian
Tick tock and waiting for the meteor
This clock is opening another door
Lots of love just keep it comin`
Making something out of nothin`
These are the best that I
I don`t know how to say
Losin` what I love today
These are the best that I
Lots of love just keep it comin`
Making something out of nothin`
These are the best that I
I don`t know what to say
Look at what I lost today
These are the things that I
interlude/
Blood flowers in the kitchen
Signing off and winding down
The Martian ends her mission
The nova is over
She caught the ball
By the mission bell
Chase lizards bark at donkeys
The love of a Martian
Let`s bow our heads
And let the trumpets blow
Our girl is gone
God bless her little soul
Lots of love just keep it comin`
Making something out of nothin`
These are the best that I
I don`t know how to say
Losin` what I love today
These are the best that I
Lots of love just keep it comin`
Making something out of nothin`
These are the best that I
I don`t know what to say
Look at what I lost today
These are the things that I
interlude/
She`s got sword in case
though this is not her lord in case
the one who can`t afford to face
her image is restored to grace.
Disappeared. No trace. Musky tears.
Suitcase. The down turn
brave little burncub bearcareless
turnip snare rampages pitch
color pages....
down and out but not in Vegas.
Disembarksand disengages.
No loft. Sweet pink canary cages
plummet pop dewskin fortitude
for the sniffing black noses
that snort and allude
to dangling trinkets that mimic
the dirt cough go drink its.
It`s for you. Blue battered naval
town slip kisses delivered
by duck muscles n bottlenosed
grifters arrive in time to catch
the late show.
It`s a beehive barrel race.
A shehive stare and
chase wasted feature who tried
and failed to reach her.
Embossed beneath a box in the closet
that`s lost The kind that you find
when you mind your own business.
Shiv sister to the quickness
before it blisters into the newmorning
milk blanket.
Your ilk is funny to the turnstyle
touch bunny who`s bouquet set
a course for bloom without decay.
Get you broom and sweep
the echoes of yesternights
fallen freckles....away...
postlude/