Posted by Mercury Rev on July 17, 2001, 12:06 am Holes Bands That never work Quite Right
Time
All the long red lines
That take Control
Of all the smokeline streams
That flow into your Dreams
That big blue open sea
That just can't be Crossed
That can't be climed
Just Born Between
Oh the two white lines
Distant gods and Faded Signs
Of all those Blinking Lights
You had to pick the one
Dug by Little Moles
Angry Jealous Spies
got Telephones For Eyes
Come to you as Friends
All those Endless Ends
That Can't be Tied
Oh They Make me Laugh
And always make me Cry
Till They Drop Like Flies
And sink Like Polished Stones
Of All the Stones I throw
How does the Old Song Go
Those Funny Little Plans
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