Tap
Tap
Tap
Foam
Float
Wait
Tap
Tap
Tap
Let's go
Let's go!
There really isn't blame
I'm moving with the noise
I'm dansing
I'm moving my feet
To the noise
Shuffling
Clapping to a steady beat
Running forward, not running away
Shouting and jumping
We're visionaries
Monday, July 25, 2011
Monday, July 11, 2011
Here we are again
There's chalk on my legs
Covering the bumps
Urban radio
Wind whistling through our hair
Like a hand out the window in the wind
We're there; we're here
Golden horizon
Vert hills rising and falling
The pavement fading
Our lungs singing
She's got her hands on the wheel of the boat
I've got my hands on the leather of the passenger seat
Wide turns on the roads of this small town
Laughing
Covering the bumps
Urban radio
Wind whistling through our hair
Like a hand out the window in the wind
We're there; we're here
Golden horizon
Vert hills rising and falling
The pavement fading
Our lungs singing
She's got her hands on the wheel of the boat
I've got my hands on the leather of the passenger seat
Wide turns on the roads of this small town
Laughing
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Danger, Danger! High Voltage!
Thoughts flow like an open wound
Nearly unstoppable
Until the clots form
The urge to grasp danger
The way a pill makes you feel
Afraid
but happy
Accomplished
The snowballs in summer
The ice in winter
Predictably unpredictable
Wish all you want
Wish, wish, wish on wishies
Nearly unstoppable
Until the clots form
The urge to grasp danger
The way a pill makes you feel
Afraid
but happy
Accomplished
The snowballs in summer
The ice in winter
Predictably unpredictable
Wish all you want
Wish, wish, wish on wishies
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