I feel my earth move under my feet

Boys for Pele.
Girls in white linen dresses.
Long aisles.

SIMilar buildings in a new town
and the starf***er watching what I do
watching my every move
keeping still is making him lose power

the choirgirls sing to me
but I don’t get a single word
Talula

I need the big loan
from that testosterone
cowboy and his wife

Let’s take to the sky to feel
my earth move under my feet
round and round in circles
and cirlcles we go
spiralling downward
down the ravine

And when Lisa killed herself
I wouldn’t believe it
cuz her eyes knew eternity in life
quickest girl in the frying pan

let me go crazy
and I’m just having thoughts, having thoughts,
having thoughts, having thoughts

there’s the drums and here’s the bass
can’t play both but my body moves
I need a stage I need a fall
you’re not here to catch me
what a relieve to catch myself
and let go again

have a nice day and never go for sense cuz
this is sensual
feel the word, feel the pain, feel the pain
I said FEEL it.


Thx to Ms T for that.