12th and nirvana
© electric babylon music author: m.m.
escape velocity is fiancée to the will of the engine, the metal on metal of
routine orbit gets so astringent, salvations puppet strung from a cloud of
knowing, where a dead rainbows withered husk has stopped glowing.
if you want to take that pointless ride just for the point of pointlessness,
just head down to12th and nirvana.
you feel like a leaf in a hurricane suffering fascination, a poverty stricken
heart that can’t afford the privilege of exasperation, in an effort to bring
the struggle to the sidewalks pitch, you find yourself in the architects
and if you want to just get away with out the risk of going anywhere at
all, just circle the block to 12th and nirvana.
labor and god its all just a very clever waste of time, an a cappella fuse of
a song lacking the penance of rhyme, its no wonder that the moon is
stuck in our throat, and the petty joys that pull the focus on the inside
pocket of a dirty coat.
if you want to escape the grand bi— of reality at the cost of a few coins
of illusion, i know a man down at 12th and nirvana.