If you want to write a song about the moon
Walk along the craters of the afternoon
When the shadows are deep
And the light is alien
And gravity leaps like a knife off the pavement
And you want to write a song about the moon
I turn on the radio, there's some cat on the saxophone, laying down a litany of excuses. There's madhouse longing in my eyes
i rub the lamp between my thighs and hope the genie comes out singing. I live in some forgotten song and move like i'm zombie-strong, breathe steady as the pendulum keeps swinging.
but darling, we can clearly see it's all life and fire and lunacy and excuses and excuses and excuses Silves
Sapped and stupid I lie upon the stones and I swoons. The darlig little dandelions have done their thing and changed from suns into moons. The dragons roam the shopping malls, I hear they're gonna eat our guts. If I had the strength I might pick up my sword and make some attempt to resist.