people will look
at what
i do and think
just what
in the funk
is this bum
wantin’ to say?
and in response
all i will
be able to do
is kneel down
by the
roadside of ever
perpetuating dreams
and tell them
that i really
dunno
that this stuff
of the burst
infinity bubble
just keeps
streamin’
outta me
like evolution
and that to
try to
stop it would
just increase
those brow
furrowed
blues of
incapacitation
so i ramble on
with this summer
spirit song
where there is no
beginning
and there
is no end
only the cease -
decrease
entropy
of life in space
throwin’ out
signals
to take
a walk in the hills
on a cold
windy day
and to
remember the
romans who
echo this land
on the backs
of their
construction
dreams
realised
an almost
infinite number
of minutes ago
realised under
the same sun
and on the same
line of latitude
as we
but that
kinda glory
so difficult
that it is now
to see
is another story
another
summer
spirit song
- from London Works
