space is where all the good stuff is happening
i saw a man
a very fat man
in a shining suit
a very fat man
i admired him
as he pushed on
through the pouring rain
on his fragile bike
where does all this dreaminess come from?
do you not trust the limbs to be severed and sold,
nor your voice to have a tone?
geeezuz, said the whores on istedgade as she walked by,
geeezuz said she when reading that paper, is this boring.
is this it?
well, as it permeates everything, this is it.
the mere mention of harmony a provocation.
what is the nature of one string hit?
and is there a future in it?
it dont mean shit
and theres no time to lose.
flower and robots entwine our terraces
and our views out to the sea,
but who said we want to be free?
they slingshot your copters
and slaughter your captains.
discipline in defeat.
strength in bringing sadness home.