IRC-Galleria

i work at the bank counting days and money

how loveable these people coming in
inside a fish eye panorama
stomping on hungarian hippo salad

they have goggly eyes and they drunk on toxication
alcohol mixed with vacation
so we can have some more
whores doing their chores

i work for the ad people holding on to my soul

get that tagline
you'll be fine

i work at the bank counting ways to rob this place

took a wrong turn somewhere

she is an alternating colour
she is a love storage
see the black dress around her head
what to do with sentiments

lavenders on sale
and nectar and honey
we live like kings
i can hear she's coming

you're but mellow aid
i would so like to be old
and not much can be said
in the past is the dead
and the unforgotten friend
feeling the end of presents

lavenders on sale
and nectar and honey
we live like kings
i can hear she's coming

i got six roses but seven for you
won't open them windows
got an apricot waiting down there
got a nice view to admire

some see bliss in treason
ruling out selfless reasons
jump out of this place
glass accepts the face

i got six roses but seven for you
won't open them windows
it's not a swan queen down there
got one last waltz to admire

wearing a new coat of paint
she's an old friend inside
watching her go and then faint
cold and lovely fingers
feel your underlaced night

it's okay to be old

it's okay to be alone

dying in the cold

around and around we nod away
today music has vocals

only everyday
every groundhog day
every groundhog day

do you think you have places to go
who's famous now after all is gone

that does not hold
trying to get onboard

spit wine on a sunny day

you are right, i've got no right
you are right, ive got no right
you are so right ive got no right
you are so right,ivegotnoright
youaresorightivegotnoright
ursorightigtoright
osforforight
rightorright
is right so right
ive got a right
right is so right
right got a right
ive a right
i have a right
you got no right

and you have arrived

hello, how are you

this is where it ends my friend

don't you worry

we don't care what you've done

you're just a memory stain

pole jumping humpback whale
playing with the cold, cold water
an underwater love song,
sung hours on end
swept away by the color drainage
i wouldn't protect myself from the disease if i cared
fully cooked nor medium rare
thrust colds into leaning water
do you feel the whale's rattle

lets pretend we're enemies
entertaining particles rest assured
i can't recall

don't you love it when music sucks you in o
i can't recall
i can't recall
pole jumping humpback whale
served for dinner at the take away

lets pretend we're enemies
no more filtering
centre tamed pure breds rest assured
i am unable to reproduce

write what you can't understand
hard to do it otherwise

and the beauty is
bigger than the model of a dinosaur
in a black and white horror flick
when it happens
perception is a mystery to me
but i believe that you are real
i know you're real

excercise your kindness
before you look like a needle
evaporate your elastic frames
take a swim inside other people's faces

in a sea colourless and deep
like an entangled baby seal
wandered to a lighthouse
will the keeper wait there
still patiently

a shred of light split the shore in two
splinters in my hands
i'd love to miss you
and the trails in the sand are
gone before they began

underwater it is hard to breath
she is like a gleam that
i would like to feel

it's a slippy coast now
not quite daylight yet
rowing the boat
looking for a leak that doesn't exist

flare gun against
i hold it with my hands
i hold it steady
it feels kinda cold and tastes dirty

and. i. don't misfire

the lighthouse lit up in my head
the keeper glanced at me and said
it certainly would've helped a bit
if you had launched the boat first

write a lurid song
mumbling words and then you're done
in the midst of a lingering tulip choir
of happiness they can't desire

look at loving birds

you've been told and you've been given
lots to seed, less in heaven

look at loving birds

sunday's mundane unless it's burnt
it won't question, it won't learn
in my eyes ire retired
filled my brains with a soothing fire

in a world unheard

look at loving birds