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Earth-soak in Succumbing Zebba Whitsen: This is relinquishment Generated an oblique percent My rapid rivers running From the sky Past my window Finally earth-soak in succumbing I Was a True Infant The StarFlower: I was a true infant Placenta the infinite Strained in distant Make a Sudden Whimper Parsven Undertoad: Make me out For another doubt I'm not done No Not yet I have still got some debts Lollygag Brutus: There is a tree with a tunnel Underneath its trunk If you go there the sun will shrink away And your pocket-watch will have shrunk Zebba Whitsen: Gobs of gooey sugar blobs They don't eat out at the fast food places They just take it to the hip street races I think they might want to reconsider All things concerning the outward appearance 'Cause inside They might hide A new sort of carnival ride Where we can all decide how to live our lives The Memory Holder: Temper, temper Never let a widow goose Make a sudden whimper Without your mind you are merely limping limbs Do you mind if I dust off these microscopic gems? Perpetuate The StarFlower: Help this lad for he is puzzled Many of his masks look like his face is troubled Is he terribly held captive by his own emotions? Should he plead his case with a jury of himself In the court of the serene? Zebba Whitsen: How am I supposed to find myself? I'm trying desperately to hide from myself The StarFlower: Perpetuate It perpetuates Yet man cannot breathe life into and thus create Itself Perpetuating the cycle of man Increasing in nature Developing culture Industrializing nations and mass-producing Sensationalizing headlines Young lad, it is time for beddy-bye The Memory Holder: Where Where do you go when you sleep? Do you dream? Or do you dream a false dream? Of lying awake in bed Rubbing your eyes until they are red Are you asleep yet, kid? Is it your nighttime fears you just cannot be rid? He says he is not so sure about energy so pure He would rather think it over But it could be over the longer he thinks Everything so precious, gone in a wink The StarFlower: Waking up from newly implanted dreams Everything is not exactly what it seems The Memory Holder: Have all of yesterday's thoughts been retrieved? So again they may be reused For we would not want the lad to be relieved Vestaisiax: They are zeroing in on all of your fears They are crunching numbers And turning your fierce gears The Memory Holder: Soon you will be just fine Lad, I think you will have a wonderful mind Yes, you came to the right place Where zeroing in on the fears you try to escape Is the name of my game The Wax Galaxy The StarFlower: Here is the new galaxy: Grass jumpers on a stealth parade Wax dummies coming to life Ready to finagle the frightened senoritas And steal their Spanish dialect Parsven Undertoad: Don't be surprised if a wax dummy Were to come up beside you And whisper sweet nothings in your ear While adversely trying to suffocate Your knowingness of stability To make your reality as his To make your reality turn to wax Sure Glimpse Zebba Whitsen: I spit my lip and See it drip the bit of the Cosmic ships sure glimpse Memory Folk Zebba Whitsen: We have come to find the man Who holds the memory to our lives The key is in his mind Lollygag Brutus: The key is in his memory Without our memories We are like sailors lost to the sea Sally Astronomicle: We shall find this man Who has our thoughts locked up He has own personal spaceship That is where we will look And we will find our minds that he took Vestaisiax: The flames of anger Against the Holder have been stoked In the fire of lost knowledge He will have to cope with memory folk Just Where We Are Zebba Whitsen: Driving down the road Daylight shines across the windshield The faces that you goad Are looking at us like we're not real I think you know just where we are It's a stumbling step To where the spaceship is kept Can we make it there that far? And once we make it to the foreign island Will we understand the native tongue Or will we have to run? Parsven Undertoad: You may have learned A new kernel of wisdom But don't think I can't take you down The rest of your memory May never be found Zebba Whitsen: My mind! Zebbe Whitsen: Your mind? Swimming in Twilight Currents Zebbe Whitsen: O the amethyst prince How his eyes do wince To see your desperate retrieval Of lost memories in time's suspense The Memory Holder: I implore this O this Enigmatic night Sally Astronomicle: Scattered in the Wilderness of your mind Are our lost memories The ones You have unfairly Hid from us The Memory Holder: Am I not to be a puzzled merchant of sorts? Selling back your minds that you say I've stolen So that your minds are my minds Could be your minds once again We're Turning Ourselves Into the Night Sally Astronomicle: Medieval laughter echoes all around You give me something You in your castle When you turn on the film projector I can see so many images yet they do not appear So clear I looked into the eye Of the terrible guy He made me tremble in fear You know what I saw When I stared in awe At the portrait of the man of law? A scarecrow made of straw Zebba Whitsen: You make me live into the moon I'll jump into the pruned blooms Your my darling of the twilight I can only see you through glimpses of starlight We're turning ourselves in We're turning ourselves into the night Parsven Undertoad: Do you know what happens to people like us? We get put on the one-way ticket subconscious bus We get a ride Passing the green hills by We can't even look at the sky behind Vestaisiax: Weirded out Out of this time Unheard of on this spatial tide Dropped off the face of this place Never heard from again None of the galaxy's highway men Invading My Mental Facilities Zebba Whitsen: I know what I know And white wings are flapping so slow Why don't you just let us all go? Let us have our minds We will be fine If you let our lives unwind Do you work Under benevolent pretenses? I want to know for my own defenses Lollygag Brutus: Maybe he's an entity all to himself Maybe he doesn't work for anyone else The sky eat him up! Pigs fly on his nasal hair! He's coming near you, Zebba Don't let him get to you, be aware The Memory Holder: You're very lively without the full capabilities of your minds I think I shall keep you this way You may never know who I really am But I will tell you who you are today It is you who work under benevolent pretenses You really have no defenses You're defenseless and senseless I'm going to give you the chance to change sides But never will I give you back your artificial minds Sally Astronomicle: Can it be? Lollygag Brutus: We're not so free? Zebba Whitsen: Truly, can it be? The Memory Holder: Man, you must see! Look what he has done to you That's why I have come to you This is an hour of need When you must escape the StarFlower's greed He is after all of your mind's power The StarFlower: So you have made A case against me You have told them That they did not see You are invading my mental facilities So that I cannot receive all of what they communicate The Memory Holder: Do you really want To attract my attention? Do you really want To attack your Powers of retention? Do you? My mind Is infused Into you” Zebbe Whitsen: Infusion Is an illusion I'm the generic twin of Space explorer men Minds downsize You're holding on to Something that does Not belong to you” Parsven Undertoad: "I will eliminate this threat Step on up and place your bets Because if there is one thing The Holder cannot stand It is a mind it cannot understand So think one last thought and Unrivaled Dreams Zebba Whitsen: On a day like today There are too many ostrich-locks In the garden of incredulous thought Let's be honest There was once a man Who had tin pans And he gave all of his Gold dust to the snake men Of the unreal sands What was my neutral reaction But to be a shadow, sign, sun Bike rack has no occupants Seed by foot Decry baron crooks I will not let you take away The pockmarked beauty of walkways And there will be great clouds of tiny Bugs which astound us with shiny Exploits of wings, things, And unrivaled dreams |
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