© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
When I take the time to sit in my back yard, and my idiot neighbor
isn’t working on his f***ing car, no airplanes are trashing my ears,
with there franticly flapping wings, just for one pure moment just the
sway of trees, just the light giving color of sky, just the motion of the
atmosphere passing thur my body, just the feeling of no thought
thinking thru my mind.
And I remember I’m forgetting something, the wonder at the bottom
of the day, the eloquence of nothing to say, the comfort of not
knowing the way.
When I take the time to really feel your hand in mine, without my
movies mind perverting my slow erection, I know there is more you
can express in kisses and fluid touch, then words could ever breed
and nurse, I need to study heaven in your earth print eyes, take the
balm of your beauty on my wounded flesh, we don’t have to sell our
souls to buy the kingdom, we’ve got more than enough treasure to
pay the rent.
And I remember I’m forgetting something, the meaning of the lips
behind her kiss, the beauty of the static colored bliss, the taste of
god that flavors all of this.
In this mostly bullshit hustle we call our lives, the melodies we sing
are carved with knives, just can’t seem to bridge heaven and earth,
than tell me what is building bridges worth, but you can not have
your pride and eat it too, do anything just to keep from having
nothing to do, now we’re stuck inside this maze guided by the clock,
living some kind of past tense future shock.
I step out side and breath deep the meaning, look up into a night
time sky full of more than understanding will allow, and I feel
something that’s worth more than any philosophy can provide, I
measure this infinite pulse in my heartbeats syncopation.
And I remember I’m forgetting something, forgetting that the sky is
my true mirror, forgetting that the past is getting nearer, forgetting
that my memory is getting clearer.