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The Space Lake is Watching Us The StarFlower: Don't need Your poison Sumac in My quiet Forest You can Be the Gunner to The battle-laden Florist. You're a Crazy conk-shell Were you there When the Imperial tree fell? I'm feeling like The beginning of Light has reached Its apex And soon The sun's Nomadic wanderings Will be favoring The gray necks I don't know What I aim To phrase Its in their Sacred fields The sun children graze A grain of silver And a touch of faerie haze Might free me from My secular ways We're watching all the space lake So that its will Is that to stay imprisoned I think the space lake is Watching all of you So that it can eavesdrop And every word you say it listens A calf made of Gravel and mud Is chained Above the dam It doesn't Weigh much More than A lamb (And) the Gulleys gushing Babies coddling Whispering willows In the wind Mechanical men Fight with metal skin Water monsters With wooden castles to defend When you've Got a good thing going Never let it go You could spend eternity Showing where the Creek winds have blown Perseus and Overt Overt: How long 'til this storm blows over? Who is at your house now? I will read the Verses for Perseus There you are at the cupboard again Uncovering new civilizations I see much of you I will keep in touch with you I think we need to discuss some figures Like that shadowy one that hangs around behind you I'm handing out fliers for our Techno-Indulgent Public Gathering Everyone meets as soon as the sun goes down Colors on Us Sally Astronomicle: Do you see the leaves Are changing Changing their colors? Colors on us, colors on us Did you know some leaves Want a new color to perceive? Some change their views Like the colorful hues And did you know that they Want a color that can Blend in With the many Shades of the skin I can't Hardly tell you I'll say Oh, well you Could you give me Another fall back Another Autumn time-lapse As the colors of the leaves Do an inkblot tap-dance Rocking the Bones Zebba Whitsen: Rocking the bones 'Til the hour finds me all alone Just when you think You've found a sliver of pure, satisfying light You think it shimmers But you look again to see That the light is but A fragrance of the moon And the way That it catches your gaze It gives your body shivers Rocking the bones The Night Parade is prone to dethrone Sleeping in the darkest spot In your daylight dreams I will never be caught I'll rock the bones I'm the one who Can do just that Miniature Fiddle, Giant Star Lollygag Brutus: There's a tree by the sidewalk And I'm sitting underneath its shade Just playing my miniature fiddle Trying to brighten up this drizzly day Oh did I say shade I meant it as cover for the rain What will I play What the mouse-catcher used to say It's so nice to catch mice But in the rain it's doubly that nice...twice! Or maybe the gargantuan silly salamander song I could sing about umbrellas on leashes all day long But I think I'll play the Theme of the Tree Without Trimmed Limbs It runs wild and free By the side of the street I just hope it doesn't get chopped down And turned into a lot of album receipts If its limbs were trimmed It would be more attractive But think of all the trimming That would take and the landscapers Would have quite a racket Do you know that there Was only a 25% chance of rain today? Well, I made that up But I didn't make up the rain So it is not pouring And I don't think I'm on a foreign planet So I think I'll sit myself right Beside this here tree For an hour or three But hey! I am not playing for free Give me what you give me But remember if you're getting Out of the inclimate weather You might outlive me So why don't you throw a few Sense my way and the tree's I've got a miniature fiddle Want to be a giant star I'm playing by the roadside of Wenduvia Hope I don't get run over by an air-car Mr. Sand (Emperor of Moon-dust) Mr. Sand Dreams, they say, Are made of sand Here, I cup some moondust in my hand… Sprinkle them over all who sleep They're slowly admitted Into each illusion they seek Beware of the rattlesnake man Crept behind the burning door He has a few tricks Up his shedding sleeve Like the one Where he doesn't let you leave And he is the most convincing creature That ever was unborn I tell you of these things So that you may know What comes from the Twilight Create Does not always go Where the moon is shown If you should say to me Show us what is truly is in our dreams I would direct you to your unconscious mind Where you will find Strange vibrant visions Never before seen The Rattlesnake Man Zebba Whitsen: I opened the burning door Out crept the rattlesnake man Its arms slithering in the night I could not keep still Nearing a clearing Ventured atop the Gajhgut Hills His bite is a like a sting It is worse Than it seems His bite is like a sting It is a curse From a dream The Softened Dwellers The StarFlower: Such sweet, soft dreams Near deep waters held in place By softened shores The Softened Dwellers, of whom the night adores... They appear in a dream-like consciousness They weep, for it is a woeful existence In which they are deprived of love They only wish to be as peaceful as doves Dwelling in softened shores They bask in the moon's glory-rays Coming out with the night to stay Ode to the Spring Sun The StarFlower: I love the Spring Sun I love the oak trees that offer shade From the Twilight Parade I love the glee and the fun I love the ground on which I'm walking I love the animals that are talking I love Earth’s skies, they are the nicest skies I love those eyes which choose not to wear a disguise Emerald Drops of Dawn Zebba Whitsen: I love My family And their warm nature I love the One Risen whom Is our Savior I love the new Grass on the front lawn I love spring's dew, Emerald Drops of Dawn Bay of Merciful Time, Borrowed The StarFlower: I may not know What brings tomorrow But that will not keep me from Standing above the stream Of what tomorrow brings Entering the Bay of Merciful Time, Borrowed |
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