Colorless Green Ideas

Sometimes you have to be there You can't just tell someone or add a soundtrack and make it something And sure, things will worry you You want others to feel good and you want them to even - feel to cut through inhibition and despair testing limits Sometimes you have to be there You can't just make someone into something they are not and it doesn't really matter what they believe or what you believe love feels sometimes like religion you have to follow your heart And sure, you can collect everything together all the hidden stories you thought made you special all the mystical moments , clothing optional the respect you give and the respect you have taken Somtimes All of it adds up to nothing You have to be there Even if there is here It's so hard to explain how harmless everything really is until you face it All of it. And make it to the other side. Listen And hear The sound of the faces in the crowd

A dark blue purple beacon that fills a bug's eye with possibility A silver mesh of wire that fills a bug's mind with electricity An eerie light on a dark night Lit by the flash of simple minds seeking light And finding it

Let's face it one testament is enough Whoever would climb the summit of truth to receive commandment should write in stone or the Talmud that whatsoever ye would do unto others as they to you And to the chosen be born A true Messiah A Spirit from the Sky who wields the power of the earth and will baptize with fire and more than likely know what it means to be broken hearted once or twice Maybe an alien impregnate zombie suicide mission To A Nice Jewish girl The only person who knows to whom The voice of the invisible shadow belongs But enough, already Let's travel along the footpath covered in weeds that grow like the word of false prophets Each tear we cry Each day when we wake up And see each screw that we are missing perhaps tiny like diamond sparks The voice of your conscience Or is it the Shadow..? That says Crime does not pay .. Girls are trouble But to a Nice Jewish Girl - Ask her. And she will tell you. There ...

Over the past few years to the traditional sound of the drama has been added a new noise I close my eyes and pretend I can write and you can read and the images on my skin mean anything at all Mine are scars Yours are purple and red and yellow and on fire Your skin would catch the color everywhere Geisha One day I will read your memoir And by love and union I will at last become a Daimyo I close my eyes and see The pulsing orb that grows from the center of the world And suddenly it is spring And you and I are beneath the cherry and dogwood May we walk long among their blossoms Muttu teke motomo fukigatashi

I wasn't there when it began at least the way I am Maybe we were all undersea like the fossil I found in the middle of a south Georgia Field The forest could have been a reef The mountains an Island The ridges of the canyon a channel where we swim It doesn't always matter where we came from As long as we know where we're going like Old Faithful who tells us where we are And the mountains if you listen can tell us where we've been Like flying saucers and Jesus Christ riding a Dinosaur across the eerie landscape of endless numbered days that crush themselves like kittens against the breast biting milk teeth the blue someday that fell like daggers of hot rain up yellow stone and lifted up into clouds that you and I named lorraine and salem and tufts