THE NEXT BIG THING
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
Wake up you don’t want to be late for your dreaming lessons, he shook
off the covers; just a boy and his obsessions, learning the science of
sabotaging art, a dream so big it’ll fit into a package for sale in k-mart,
he’ll be the spiritual ecstasy for all true believers, a new point of reference
for the great deceivers, and what will happen to this kid who can’t wait to
grow up, the next big thing is just waiting for him to show up.
He would look in the mirror and pose for the cameras critique, he
supposed this common calling is what made him unique, delicately poised
on the cutting edge of conventionality, he says this untranslatable pout
will be my specialty, there will never be a place that I don’t look right at
home, with a drink a moon and a comb, he wants it to be truth so bad
that he lip syncs the lie, the animal just knows how; cannot pick up the
scent of why.
We often can’t see the light for the light bulb and we don’t trust the sun,
he excepted his place with the grace of the chosen one, didn’t realize it
was just a line in his story, he thought it was the closing chapter in a
book of glory, it’s the psyche of the killer who feels sorry for his prey, he
feels the pain of the bullet but pulls the trigger anyway, and we all know
what happened to that kid who took to the wing, he’s crushed in the dirt
under the foot of the next big thing.