on a thread
walking wandering
the feather of someone else’s thought
on a thread
walking wandering
the feather of someone else’s thought
in an aery realm
looking over all and saying
ha
some time magic is music yeah
or is it like, sometime magic?
or is it like…?
here we are in the reprieve
such a nice place to be
leave
if you believe me
when I say
hey hey
baby
here we are in the recalled
where the night becomes a walled
garden and your dreams
repeat
Whatever whatever whatever
faith
next
go go
no thinks
if i do if i do if i do
i will be true i will be true
i will be there i will be there i will be there
again and again and again and again
which is what it feels like
here
where i am now
ok
and warm
and safe
and grateful
and lucky
and able to make music
what a life
what a life i say!
what a life!
whatever whatever whatever,
Whatever … whatever!
one idea
leads to another
then
wash it all away
no matter what
i say
to myself
i
must remember
i am you are me
and this one was made from a good old good friend’s toy organ
please transport me
into
this place
maybe i
should not
talk
at a
ll
if only
i
we
had
the right
equipment
for the jobs
can you hear me doing
all the looping
yeah
me too
may we also
begin it
together
running
somewhere
happily?
just whispy brain
in the rain