It's in the air.
Some call it providence.
I saw the pictures that you offered,
and woke up in the cold.
All my friends
talk like aliens,
now i'm left to navigate through
another
black hole.
But was it in my head?
was I fast asleep?
The oceans rose;
The rest was fire.
There were no pictures on the wall;
nowhere to host an empty hall.
Then I walked for what seemed like hours.
White haired man, he spoke to me --
showed me pictures on a screen.
Then the asshole dropped me off in Kingston.
Well was it in my head
when I was fast asleep?
The oceans rose;
the rest was fire.
Coastal woes.
Was it in my head?
Was it stress or was it ease?
Was it the skin I shed before the second coming?
I never saw all Saturn's suns.
I never was the chosen one,
'til the asshole dropped me off in Kingston.
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Hearing this was like discovering Desire, or London Calling for the first time. Derivative yet original, the songs are immediate and the melodies will get stuck in your ear for days. tideracer