The rain is just an ocean that surrounds us, An enemy of air and flitting dust, But as the swollen rosebud waits to blind us, Still the sun controls the water's burst. The power of the country comes from dark Jurassic pools, A mountain for a shelter to the lakes. The people hold their power in a wood archaic tool, The ground is now unchanging when she quakes. The lazy fern on the riverside Drinks all the pissy drips, But leaves upon the redwood head Reach out for nature's kiss. Red woodland shot with bluebells, bullet holes, and sullen weave. All streets and brazen beaches shuffle wind. Carry open atoms breathing in an oceanic heave To the hearts and lungs and fingers of old tin.

Surfing on a pendulum, Surfing on a pendulum, Working we turn upon, It's a supererogation. Bobby showed up early to the party tonight, With a bag of wet bones and some Turkish delight. He stuck his little finger in the palm of his gun, And the slick sick stuck to his thumb. 'Cause he was surfing on a pendulum, Surfing on a pendulum, Working we turn upon, It's a supererogation. Surfing on a pendulum, Surfing on a pendulum, Working we turn upon, It's a supererogation. He stumbled on the staircase 'cause the river was wide, But the slick bell-bottom voices gave him nowhere to hide. He spied the Christian Union in flagrante, on draught, And they were sanctified in protestant graft. Surfing on a pendulum, Surfing on a pendulum, Working we turn upon, It's a supererogation. Surfing on a pendulum, Surfing on a pendulum, Working we turn upon, It's a supererogation. "Look mama, watch me, I'm the holiest crow! I have pecked the sinners' eyes to an Orinoco flow. I'm a business proposition, I'm returning the flame, So the new gods can swallow my shame." They are surfing on a pendulum, Surfing on a pendulum, Working we turn upon, It's a supererogation. Surfing on a pendulum, Surfing on a pendulum, Working we turn upon, It's a supererogation. Now swing! Digitial redundancy's the loftiest heap, And charity is nothing but the lust of the weak, So watch the swinging rope as it weighs on the beam, And the bytes drift off downstream. Surfing on a pendulum, Surfing on a pendulum, Working we turn upon, It's a supererogation. Surf it, boy! Surfing on a pendulum, Surfing on a pendulum, Working we turn upon, It's a supererogation. One more time...

My name is technicality My name is perspicacity My name is a foreign currency, My name is Mister Robot. Everybody loves me, Even those who know me, Even the black little oozes that creep out of the microwave dial in the break room. I'm a Magna Carta, I'm an evangelist. The changing tide of all our lives, The snuff box in your pocket, A rocket fuel bonanza, I'm a rhyme without a stanza. I wrote a song that sounds like "Neu!", I'm your sunblushed surfer boy. I finger Dianetics, While I fumble calisthenics. I'm holding closed the door to the shop floor, I'll give you lockjaw, I send GIFs in emails. So lift me, and roll me, Roll me in the light of heaven. Lift me, and roll me, Roll me in the light of heaven. I ate so much sugar, I ache with the weight of the future. So lift me, and roll me, Roll me in the light of heaven. Lift me, and roll me, Roll me in the light of heaven. Lift me, and roll me, Roll me in the light of heaven. Lift me, and roll me, Roll me in the light of heaven. Lift me, and roll me, Lift me, and roll me, Lift me, and roll me, Lift me, and roll me in the light, The light of heaven Lift me, and roll me, Lift me, and roll me, Lift me, and roll me, Lift me, and roll me in the light, The light of heaven So lift me, and roll me, Roll me in the light of heaven. Lift me, and roll me, Roll me in the light of heaven. Lift me, and roll me, Roll me in the light of heaven. Lift me, and roll me, Roll me in the light of heaven. Ad lib...

What should I create, Mnemosyne? Where should I be, lovely mezzanine? All for the lion's share. All for the lion's share. I build machinery to Christ the globe. I am a man of science, an acrophobe. How can my son be dead, With wings swung from swollen lead? Commensurate the flame and wringing iron, The river flows the bowl from whence the goats divine. All for the lion's share. What's the name of all the lion's share? These halls are stuffed with hoplites, All swilling wine from lungs, Braying at the fountain, A ladder full of rungs. Apollo, preserve my senses, The wrenches of my will. The hoisting is the climbing, The window has no sill. I still must chip the Cypress, And sand the softened shape. In nature comes the truthing, I let the world escape, Like my son escaped me, Like technē did despise, Must I be also learning? Must I be also wise? Must I forgo the whys? What should I create, Mnemosyne? Where should I be, right now? Where should I be, right now?

The word, the word, the word. The word, the word, the word. The word, the word, the word. The word, the word, the word. I moved inside your carapace of blood, I moved aside your tenderness and love. There was a near refusal then, A loss of disapproval, then A sending of a message from the dove. The word, the word, the word. The word, the word, the word. The word, the word, the word. The word, the word, the word. Salome made demands of me for truth, She hung the drooping carcass from the roof, A shadow swept across the wall, A whisper from the weeping call, She kissed my head, and fell out like a tooth. The word, the word, the word. The word, the word, the word. The word was knowledge falling from the sky, Unspoken in the broken bedside light, Qawwali sung like honey wine, A rumble in the diamond mine, The ribald word you heard when you were five. The word, the word, the word. Then five was seven, seals of broken feet, I watched the flowing streams and fell asleep. I watched your fingers crystallise, And watched the water turn to ice. Then, the word was bubbled underneath. The word, the word, the word. The word, the word, the word. And after many days the word renews, And golden ribbons swim before my view, Black oil in the marketplace, Suckled on the herb of grace, I saw, and then was blind, and then made do. The word, the word, the word. The word, the word, the word. Blindness is the sweetest thrill of all, To stumble naked through ancestral halls, And only hidden sounds were heard, The crashing waves upon the word, Noise and thunder, and bodiless St. Paul. The word, the word, the word. The word, the word, the word. The word, the word, the word. The word, the word, the word. From the foothills to the shores of Eritrea, The scholars drink the leavings of Isaiah, And vomit back paternalists, Into the arms of journalists, And all the cycle turns the wheel of prayer. The word, the word, the word. The word, the word, the word. The word, the word, the word. The word, the word, the word. The word, the word, the word. The word, the word, the word. The word, the word, the word. The word, the word, the word.

Mama's suckin' peppercorns On the roof of the central station, Watching people drown like ants From the roof where she lies, From the roof where she lies. I am half-imaginary, I am a constabulary, My flaws are all hereditary, And I am burning out, I am burning out. I am a fire-breather, I'm a Leaning Christ of Pisa, I am a believer, and I am burning out, I am burning out. Horse, with its swollen eyes, Becomes a foal when it turns to time, And I am drowning in the mud, Learning to become a child Of blood. I'm grandma's costume jewellery, I'm a hen without a roostery, I'm a man without, I'm a man without.

I just want to build a house, That ruins like a palace. I just want to drink a toast, From a sacred chalice. I just want to touch someone. I just want to touch. I just want to wait inside, The ruins of my body. I just want to lift my head, And write a dirty story. I just want to see him again. I just want to belong. Oh Lucifer! Oh loosener! Oh fallen birch! Oh megachurch! I just to want to aim for aimless, Just to let the seasons drift. I just want to steal from poets, And pull, and shape, and shift, and lift. I just want to lie with you, And watch the lazy sun Coagulate in evening, falling, Lying on the run. I just want, and that's enough. I want, and need to want. I wait inside the ossuary, I wait inside the font. I just want to want someone, 'Til I am what they want. Oh Lucifer! Oh loosener! Oh fallen birch! Oh megachurch! Inside, Inside, Inside, Inside. They pulled him from his home, They pulled him from his home, They pulled him from his home, They pulled him from his home, They pulled him from his home, They pulled him from his home, They pulled him from his home, They pulled him from his home. The right wing and the working class, The refugees, the aftermath, The trumpets blaring in the room, The listener that came too soon, They pulled him from his home, They pulled him from his home, They pulled him from his home, They pulled him from his home. They pulled him from his home, They pulled him from his home, They pulled him from his home, They pulled him from his home. I cannot, I cannot...