"Downward is Heavenward"
| Isle of the Cheetah | Comin' Home | If You Are To Bloom | Ms. Lazarus | Afternoon with the Axolotls | Green To Me | Dreamboat | The Inuit Promise | Apollo | The Scientists |

"Isle Of The Cheetah"

Chance brought me down on your side, she's just along for the ride.
Wings melt and we hide, and all this means nothing to the sun.
Are we leaving this one?

Mine comes true here, bruised, expanding clear.
Mind full of you here, I won't claim losses in the sun.
Are we leaving this one?

And swift out, she goes to the last frame.
Short lives and long days and if I stay, then we'll lay way to you.

Your ocean spreads out on sunbeams, radiant, knowing.
And your hand looks so nice in mine.
And its been a thousand years seen since inception, and you're radiant, glowing.
And they say that you're doing fine.

Your ocean spreads out on sunbeams, radiant, knowing.
Your hand looks so nice in mine.
And the new construct will have both of us, stapled to the island for awhile.
And they say that you're doing fine.

"Comin' Home"

We're two points collapsing, supercharged from the storm.
Sun drenched in our faces, too deformed.
Bliss with intent to see us peeling locust skins from the locust tree.
Hang on to these places she says to me.
Clearly in this afternoon, clearly we will have to turn and come home soon.

She fell into me a point collapsing with her lovely face in the snow.
The mission could be corrupted, and we wouldn't know.
(And we wouldn't know.)

My baby reaches for the sound, I've got my feet against the ground.
My baby reaches for the sound, I'll take you anywhere you know.
Loving me more as you see us peeling locust skins from the locust trees.
Hang on to the faces she screams to me.
Too clearly in this afternoon, clearly we will have to turn and come home soon.
Clearly in this afternoon, and clearly we will have to turn and come home soon.

"If You Are To Bloom"

I'm thinking of your wide open eyes, smiling as they feed the nerves that push the field of silver and the colorful lines, that only you could see, like only you could do.
I'm picturing a forcep in ice, that you would see if you could reach and reconnect the ends into the delicate threads, but I just sit and wait for a blip to break the perfect little thin green line.

I dreamt of jet this high, seeding clouds from the other side and glowing softly until the underbelly shines, and the back skims through the steam, feeding upturned mouths and sprinkling awake, like a dusty sleep you took too soon.
And you, you need watering if you are to bloom.

I'm thinking of your failing green eyes, smiling as they greet the day, but they can't see me.
And now I'm picturing us opening wide, and drinking down our days in haze and bliss together til it tumbles aside, but I just sit and wait for a rhythm in a perfect little thin green line, it's true, so soon.

(and the coil speaks)
I'd like to see us together, I'd like to lay my head low.
I need to lean on a soft one, and bring the spin of the world to appear slow.
(and the coil sleeps)
You've been gathering angels, and fading further each day.
I love you now as I never, remember my face as it quietly make you're way.

I dreamt of jet this high, seeding clouds from the other side and glowing softly til the underbelly shines, and the back skims through the steam, feeding upturned mouths and sprinkling awake, like a dusty sleep you took too soon.
And you, you need watering if you are to bloom.

"Ms. Lazarus"

I come to you all dressed in sound, with bluebirds tripping wires to the ground, connected to a time machine that will not power down.
Set the crosshairs back on one, you said we'd only die here in a sun.
The way your headstone shines, I only wish that it was mine.

So set the crosshairs back on one, I nail the loop that brings the second run, past the wished on charms and through the lens back to your living arms.

This time machine won't power down.
And this time machine won't power down.

And still the crosshairs rest on one, and still you rest there in the morning sun.
Still I fumble through pages of constructions on the ride.
I like the blown out sound we've found, I like the way it feels here coming down.
The way your headstone shines, I only wish that it was mine.

"Afternoon With The Axolotls"

She hits the blade with both hands high.
Downward is heavenward, and we are not alone.
Condensers on and the drop is found, a fingertip trace says to me I can see you and you are wet.

A bed of dead leaves grace the ground, a quick glance to the other side and we will not be found.
Symbionts in haste demand come close, screams to me I can see you above the rest.
And through it all she seems secure.
Downward is heavenward, and we are not alone.
Head thrown back, a sickened sigh, her eyes shut, Beelzebub can we do this without a net?

"Green To Me"

The morning image from the satellites is all blue and green.
And we've all got wounds to clean, here's a rag, here's some gasoline.

She wakes up fine and rested well, released at last from in the sleeping cell, breathing comes with ease.
It's a sweet revenge, built on a chemical ride, my medicine man is the best wires to the temples, place them on let's see how we sound.

It's all green to me.
What a sweet revenge.
It's all green to me.

See them lift off one by one, I see a cool spot here let's bring her down.
Level to the ground, a lovely mess that I am blessed to see, of me, of me.

She lifts her wings up high, sensors show a lifetime until we die.
And all the dreams' details perfected in the colored sky.

The morning image from the satellites is all blue and green.
And we've all got wounds to clean, here's a rag, here's some gasoline.
It's all green to me. (Lift up your skies and all the other times, you realize.)
It's all green to me. (It lifts up your days in a single phase, I felt your hand.)
It's all green to me. (Lift up your skies and all the other times, you realize.)
It's all green to me. (It lifts up your days in a single phase.)

"Dreamboat"

You swore the earth was round, and you said that there was no upside down.
I hit the starship's left, let the parallax flip like you showed me in the lighthouse.
I did the math and it came up ones and O's.

I know a girl who makes me shine, my dreamboat's leaving on a submarine, she packed a second set of tanks and all I ever want or need.
I know a girl who makes me whine, while my dreamboat scatters all the sub-machines, she packed a second set of tanks and all I ever want or need.

And you swore the earth was sound, and you said that we could go upside the ground.
But the starfish sends in a message in code that you can't see from the lighthouse.
And we will dive in the afternoon.

I took a simple time to wander, engaging twilight through the trees.
And she needs help among the kelp-ways, and I'm not tied to these, no I'm not tied to these.

I know a girl who makes me shine, my dreamboat's leaving on a submarine, she packed a second set of tanks and a solar powered lung for me.
And to the girl who makes me whine, while my dreamboat scatters all the sub-machines, she packed a second set of tanks and all I ever want or need, for me, for me, for me.

(?)

"The Inuit Promise"

I took a worn out strand of your cellophane hair and stretched it sideways, and oh my, my, slip though between the seam with me.
My brain stopped working from the cold, I sort of strayed from what we know.

So I'll be like you and do what's right and win a love I don't deserve out on the ice tonight.
Teach me the bluest song you know.
The moon ain't comin' up and I swear to God tonight it feels like snow.

I'm glad we got your hands warm so my arms can feel like trust again.
I can promise true waves when the summer comes.
The world still fits the same form we engraved when it all began.
Maybe catch a new wave.
Feels right, feels right.

So we ride whales and drag race time and I draw fires from the traces of trilobite hives.
You sleep like God inside her womb.
And you see clearly to the silicon wasteland they left inside my mind.

I'm glad we got your hands warm so my arms can feel like trust again.
I can promise true waves when the summer comes.
The world still fits the same form we engraved when it all began.
Maybe catch a new wave.

We've lost the road now, injecting charms and we care for all of ours.
We stand in rows now, transfer alarms just like the Inuit with the promise song, to come down and see.
To come down and see.
To come down and see.
To come down and see.
(Your solvents frozen here on the petal rung is all we have to see, enlarged inside as we espy the warming sea.)
(Your breath diffused and never realized, aside from where the panicked hide, and I, just a subtle lift provider on the other side.)

"Apollo"

I'm thinking of a number between everything and two.
I'm thinking of a number between everything and two.

She said you can find a space between my arms if you will stay, like if we ignore the systems, they'll just blink out and quickly go away.

She said I'll keep all the signals that you send home to me, and I'll meet you back here on the ground.
It's lift off, lift off again.
She's pissed off, pissed off again.

Moonlight brings me back again to stay, and I know if she had a way I'd always be through.
Tethered to a glass ring she keeps beside the phone, and never ever stepping out into.
Blankness and darkness, like underneath the leaf, have settled on me here and scraped away the sound.

She said you can find a place inside my heart if you will stay, and I need you back here on the ground.
It's lift off, lift off again.
She's pissed off, pissed off again.

Moonlight brings me back again to stay, and I know if she had a way I'd always be through.
Tethered to a glass ring she keeps beside the phone, and never ever stepping out into.

I'm thinking of a number between everything and two.

And moonlight brings me back again to stay, and I know if she had a way I'd always be through.
Tethered to a glass ring she keeps beside the phone, and never ever stepping out into.
And moonlight brings me back again this day, and I don't feel a thing here anymore.
The strings of information slowing to a stop, the tether's end is slipping from its knot, I'm stretching out in two.

I'm thinking of a number between everything and two.
I'm thinking of a number between everything and two, and it's molecules of you.

"The Scientists"

Electrified and lit up by an outline of herself, and smiling now as only she can be.
She said I made some new connections to astound them all in ways we've never dreamed about.
Her lovely hand is glowing from a light inside itself, from soaking in the esters stacked for miles on a single shelf.
Holding my eyes still so she can see all the super-undercover custom hybrids got to me.

It's too much, you're too late, I want to see it all again.
She says keep this benzene ring around your finger, and think of me when everything you wanted starts to end.

And I saw living lusters form in pools beneath her feet, invertebrates that only she can see.
And I said what on Earth are all these ampoules for, she says exactly, we're not gonna wait around here anymore.

Systems back down slow, watch the dust cloud we send, and I will keep you, I will keep you to the end.
Set your head back low, watch my ears ring, I will take care of you, I will take care of everything.

Systems back down slow, watch the dust cloud we send, and I will keep you, I will keep you to the end.
Set your head back low, watch my ears ring, I will take care of you, I will take care of everything.

It's too much, you're too late, too much, you're too late.
Piloting my head spins to the ground, and I think I see myself again through the pinhole, but the pinhole captures all of you.
And the pinhole captures all of you.
And the pinhole captures all of you.
And the pinhole captures all of you.
And the pinhole captures all of you.
Too much, you're too late.
Too much, you're too late.
Too much, you're too late.
Too much, you're too late.

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