the crispened leaves are coming down
like it's just another fall
but autumn angels are clawing at ground
as they're dragged down into hell
not even the trees
will remain
no early birds
singing at dawn
nor even late ones
will get the worms
no,
so,
i'm gonna crawl in that hole
in that empty, empty hole
where we're all gonna go
we're all gonna go
we're all gonna go
when not even the trees
..remain
live ahead of the curve
and make myself a comfy place
live ahead of the blind curve
and make myself a comfy place there
the thermocouple spits sparks
cause it's just another day
all who'll listen, it's not unprecedented
just a spiraling, sweltering spell
yea, the thermometer geysers
but this is not an anthem to Greta
or smashing guitar against her birth town
you don't get it yet, do you?
not even the trees
will remain
no early birds
singing at dawn
nor even late ones
will get the worms
no,
so,
i'm gonna crawl in that hole
in that empty, empty hole
where we're all gonna go
we're all gonna go
we're all gonna go
when not even the trees
..remain
live ahead of the curve
and make myself a comfy place
live ahead of the blind curve
and make myself a comfy place there
a day will come
where fortune tellers
screens go black
and static fills
the weather forecasts
and Siri can't answer
any of your questions
nor can the bunkered,
soon to be entombed
wise men,
politicians
and heirs to misfortune
we all like to hide
where lightning strikes
twice
where lightning strikes
twice
only because we are all
twins
twins with our past
a past we can't remember
because the past is dead
replaced by scrapbooks
we call ancient history
mostly scattered in the wind
not even the trees
will remain
no early birds
singing at dawn
nor even late ones
will get the worms
no,
so,
i'm gonna crawl in that hole
in that empty, empty hole
where we're all gonna go
we're all gonna go
we're all gonna go
when not even the trees
..remain
live ahead of the curve
and make myself a comfy place
live ahead of the blind curve
and make myself a comfy place there
I Liked
"And Siri can't answer " That's pretty incommunicado. A song lyric. Poe would like the never more theme. I did.
~allets~