well you sure didn't look like you were having any fun with that heavy-metal gaze they'll have to measure in tons and when you look up at the sky all you see are zeros all you see are zeros and ones
you took my hand and led me down to watch a kewpie doll parade we let the kittens lick our hair and drank our chalky lemonade it's not that I just didn't care I must admit I was afraid and I'm awfully glad my finger's resting gently on the masterfade
the masterfade I coulda played along the masterfade I coulda played Mah Jongg but it just takes too long and I just can't remember which way the east wind blows does it matter? if we're all matter what's it matter does it matter if we're all matter when we're done? when the sky is full of zeros and ones
I saw you standing all alone in the electrostatic rain I thought at last I'd found a situation you can't explain with GPS you know it's all just a matter of degrees your happiness won't find you underneath that canopy of trees
if the green grass is 6 the soybeans are 7 the junebugs are 8 the weeds and thistles are 11 and if the 1s just hold their place the 0s make a smiley face when they come floating down from the heavens
you took my hand and led me down to watch a papillon parade we let the kittens lick our hair and drank our chalky lemonade you squeezed my hand and told me softly that I shouldn't be afraid 'cause all the while your finger's resting gently on the masterfade
the masterfade I coulda played along the masterfade I coulda played Mah Jongg but it just takes too long and who the hell can remember which way the east wind blows when you're lying on the ground staring up at an inverted compass I mean Christ who Knows?
O meu passado é tudo quanto não consegui ser. Nem as sensações de momentos idos me são saudosas: o que se sente exige o momento; passado este, há um virar de página e a história continua, mas não o texto.