"Garden Of Simple"

some crazy fucker carved a sculpture out of butter
and propped it up in the middle of the bonanza breakfast bar
and i am stuffing toast and sausage into my pockets
under a sign that says grand opening
while my dog is waiting in the car
i wake up, i check out
i fill the tank and wash the windshield clean
then i'm back out on the highway and BANG
that's when i remember my dream:

we were standing in a garden
and i had a machine that made silence
it just sucked up the whole opinionated din
and there were no people on the payroll
and there were no monkeys on our backs
and i said, show me what you look like without skin

science chases money and money chases its tail
and the best minds of my generation
can't make bail

but the bacteria are coming
to take us down that's my prediction
it's the answer to this culture
of the quick fix prescription

but in the garden of simple
where all of us are nameless
you were never anything but beautiful to me
and, you know, they never really owned you
you just carried them around
and then one day you put 'em down
and found your hands were free

so now it's early in the morning
at the longitude of memphis
and the sun is setting sweetly on hong kong
and the big plan is just to keep spinning
cuz the big bang is only just beginning
and sometimes it's all that we can do just to hang on
and what i meant to say is xxoo
which means i'm thinking of ya
which means i've been thinking of you all along

A.D.

I've decided to start something new here. My sky will always be there, I couldn't ever really deny it, but I'd like to play here with some of the interesting readings and thoughts I come across. I'd like to play with some myths here, and now that I've rebirthed this baby, I think it'll be fun for me, and hopefully fun for anyone who stops by. But now I've got to run..

so i'll talk to me later