SAUCER-LIKE
SWIRLING
WHIRLING THRU THE CITY OF AGES
DO YOU SINK A BIT WHENEVER ANGELS FLY??
DO YOU HAVE A FEELING FOR THEIR BLURRY FACES
ARE YOU CLOSE ENOUGH TO SEE INTO THEIR EYES?
YR MAGIK FIT AND FREE?
TAXI HORNS ON THE BREEZE?
A DREAMER DREAMS OF FEELINGS
THAT NEVER FALL AT ALL
HOLDS HIS THOUGHTS IN CHAINS
AND TRIES TO BUST UP THE WALLS
EVERYDAY IT’S JUST ANOTHER BREATH
EVERY NIGHT ANOTHER LITTLE DEATH
DO YOU SCRATCH AND ITCH WHEN YR HEAD FEELS TIGHT?
OR DO YOU WAVE IT AWAY AND STAY OUT ALL NIGHT??
GOT YR HEAD IN THE TREES?
IF THAT’S THE WAY YR FEELIN
IT’S NOT GOOD OR BAD
CHANNELS OF THOUGHT REVEALING NOW
SOME THINGS WE ALL HAD
I’M HAVING A WONDERFUL VISION OF THE CITY TODAY
BLDGS ALL LINED UP NEAT ON STRAIGHT SUNLIT BLOCKS
AVENUE CANYONS STRETCH FOREVER
HAND CUT PANES, GROOVED LIKE A RECORD
FLAT BRIDGE / PIER / BOAT / DOCKS
I’M SLIPPING AROUND THE BOTTOM EDGE
NEAR SPRUCE AND NASSAU I LOOKED UP TO SEE FOUR GIANT ANGELS,
WINGED AND ROBED, STRAPPED TIGHT TO THE CORNERS OF AN ORNATE
COPPER TOPPED BLDG
ONE BEAUTIFUL DAMAGED STONE ANGEL, SET FREE OF IT’S MOORINGS,
CRASHED DOWN INTO THE SQUARE.
DO YOU TRIP AND BREEZE / DOWN CITY STREETS?
JUST A LITTLE FREE / WITH YR HEAD IN THE TREES?
-------------------------------------
LYRICS: LEE RANALDO 1995