Saturday, January 17, 2009

Gamma Ray

Trying to hold
Hold out for now
With these ice caps
Melting down
With the transistor sound
And my Chevrolet terraplane
Going round, round, round

Come a little gamma ray
Standing in a hurricane
Your brains are bored
Like a refugee
From the houses burning
And the heat wave's
Calling your name

She's got
On a cactus crown
With a dot, dot, dot
On her brow

And she speaks
Inside crowd
With the cavalry
Turning around

Hit me like a gamma ray
Standing in a hurricane
And I'm pulling
Out thorns
Smokestack lightning
Out my window
I want to know
What I've lost today


Images: fotodecadent