Lyrics

Sunday Afternoon
there were close ups of the moon on my big tv screen
and i think i saw a crater it looked like the moon was broken
there were 5 big camera crews and the pageant girls were waiting

then a camera went inside, we found out the moon was hollow
when a camera went inside we found out the moon was borrowed
supported by the curves, i slid down into the middle
the pageant girls outside came in drones and single-filed

it was sunday afternoon in the center of the moon

and the lightning turned to blue
heard a voice i thought was you
and the voice became a choir
and the pageant girls lit fires
and they chanted at the man
screaming catch us if you can

and we sang
fire in the center of the moon
fire in the center of the moon
fire in the center of the moon
fire in the center of the moon

kitty heaven
wide eyes penetrating my dream state
psychic breath knowing no need to articulate
morning light creeping over from my windowsill
confounded test whose dream or channel whose plan to kill
put your paw in mine we are going to kitty heaven
put your paw in mine we are going to kitty heaven

bachata drama

flat tire

reagea song

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