to the highway, packed onna back
of an amtrak!
If it gets there before me,
it'll have to be an automatic
fanatic, just like the other musicians
who bored me, before and later.
as for me? I'm playin' scales.
major and minors.
my electronic rig
don't even care
if a miss a note 'cause it
floats itself in keys
nobody ever hears or sees but me
as if i was dippin' in the peyote, bud,
but since i din't do that for years
i just keep lettin' the tears lead the way,
like beethoven in decay, decomposing
tomorrow, i hope there'll be a garden, dig?
adam and eve had one, why not us? let's live!
music is the viable relay of spirit... i hear it
when i sleep.
keep this under your easter hats, cool cats.
do NOT repeat it, 'cause people might think i'm
an off-the-cross-resurrected egg layer
and all i is, is a keyboard player
