Signs on every mountain side line highways, stitching desert thread. Billboards break my spirits down, sky writing in this shell over my head My soul
He won't know Adorno He's an adult with an adcult You can buy your way into his head He was never better Wearing sneakers and a sweater Made by 12-year
Almost every thought fits neatly on this card; I could believe you. I could deceive you. Driving in my car Horizons in the dark; This dissolution is
Loud, subaltern city streets, bellies wild with discontent; tall, glass buildings, where we meet watching classes in descent. Whoever made these robot
Mapping out the Interstate My finger prints a figure eight We come around, we've seen this place before. And climbing up the empire state you hold my
: Moving days are coming Like the traffic, full of broken worlds. Being there is harder when you feel it, when your self is long deferred. And when
: Changed I feel changed all unwound changed Now. Strange voices strange Hear the sound strange Now. Feel the ground shake Feel the ground shake Feel
: Almost every thought fits neatly on this card; I could believe you. I could deceive you. Driving in my car Horizons in the dark; This dissolution
blocks magic mirrors to pretend. Seismographic data in our hearts Let?s invent them all again. Rocket arrows chart the motion of the stars you see, Paper
in a country sleeping warmly in the night. We believe Exxon, we play along the water getting blacker as we fight Geneva's gone, like a faded song an
: From the Kid to the Gold Rush You can see the Modern Times From the Rink to the Pay Day You can see the City Lights From the Count to the Circus I
: Signs on every mountain side line highways, stitching desert thread. Billboards break my spirits down, sky writing in this shell over my head My soul
: Loud, subaltern city streets, bellies wild with discontent; tall, glass buildings, where we meet watching classes in descent. Whoever made these
: It fell into place the whole earth database Kodachrome shots our astronauts were hiding Nomadic tribes, networks and beatniks on the rise We wore the
: North by north? lest we have to settle down we can sail without the wind in this town Things that London never saw Northern winters start to thaw;
: There's a light on the floor Shows your just out the door In a Russian film we belong like a gentle jolt of montage where the mis-en-scene flies back
: I put on a disguise And put out both your eyes You will not see me You will not see me. So put on infrared; Turn the light off in your head You will
: I will be blue in a red state all the long day with you. I will be blue in a red state all the long day with you. And when iron curtains start to fall