Summer nights moths flit 'round the torch
a silence from the beast beneath the porch
viewing the fields from my rocking chair
waiting to smell the harvest in the air
But harvest neither run nor waits for man
harvest will come when she can
I am just a shadow all alone
empty school ground to call my home
and just because I am stuck to the ground
doesn't mean that I can't make a sound
On screen, with the time slots, dot dot dots, cue cards, and programming blocks
scheduled between the fabulous five dancers and a solo set by Ricky Rocks
of the Tunderdome's great malice, and the colossal mossy phallus
Palatine planets and "We Have It's", imbued with the feuds between those who begat it
so long, yes adios, to the aforementioned Holy Ghost
slipping, sliding, slithering, tied to a proposal upon which Abernathy makes a toast
to all the human beings he's seen, demoralized by the space between dreams
may the assassins, cons, and rapists, complacent, from the tit of prophecy finally wean
We can see the infinite light forever
ecstasy can be the only endeavor
we can talk 'till language fades away
we can learn to feel and not to say
credits
from Keenwah 2,
released September 2, 2013
Lyrics/vocals by Adam Bretall and John Klawitter
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