Psychic Sober

~song demo~

I got no drums in my dreams at night
the clock the clock the clock the clock
is ticking

The soles of my feet pound the ground in the light
I know so cold so cold so cold
its monday


But all your whisper symbols bring you to
And all you mocked up meetings follow through

Psychic, psychic, psychic
sober easy
psychic, psychic, psychic
over easy
I follow through


I got no so's in my seams at night
Oh friends I feel I feel I feel
Its Monday

The claws in the draw of my dreams in the night
too late I'm gone I'm gone I'm gone
its monday


But all your whisper symbols bring you to
And all your mocked up meetings follow through

Psychic, psychic, psychic
sober easy
psychic, psychic, psychic
over easy
I follow through

I learned to sing my violin

I I I I

learned

to sing my violin

not a fin-ger

do i pluck with

not a bow

or bow-like things

I bellow out

a yellow note

and hear it on the strings!

oaken age

on my tongue

a seed once sung

where my wild oaks grow

where my red blood runs

where they tear my hair

and my teeth will dig

and find a pretty place to live

o' in the fingerling trees

that grab to rape the sun

and make the fruits of future thieves

small critter corns and nests

of tawny silver and ancient brass 

with dewy sap sprung from the leaves

that glisten in the morning's dawn

I am the reflection of the infinite

The salt of my life
is what time divides
lends and sorts
through a series of lines

If I think that I've found it
I'm well on my way
sort of a treasure
just to know that we change

Its got to be light
Its got to be soft and free
like ether less aged
like the sound of a breeze

the mirror I know
the mirror its me
the mirror that reflects
infinitely