I'm wandering, wandering
wither I go...
Quadrangularis Reversum Kithara
Zoomoozophone Zymo-xyl
Mazda Marimba Zoroastrian Z
Chromolodeon Cloud Chamber Bowl
a portmanteau of color and chrome
the curse of the crow
the nimbus is null
suitcase sky and you're marching down
your ticker tape and your old parade
your old grey jacket is hanging in threads
your grizzled brow squints in the sun
I've been running the rails so long
can't find my own nose on the ground
I'll go go go till I get gone
go go go till I get off
watch your back
and stack your hack
your mailman is punching back
your train goes click click clack
making up your orchestra out of the debris of the evening
fishing out from the gutter all your gold and grey graffiti
I crack the frozen ice
a 100 bells chime
a 1000 birds fall on a regiment of lies
chrome crack and rattle shadow
shake the bell tree
through rack and rain and ruin
wither I go
The sound becomes my body and my body is the sound
The sound becomes my body and my body is the sound
The sound becomes my body and my body is the sound
from chicago to barstow, o barstow
everybody needs a thirst for more
and a world war for an encore
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