at the site of an air crash
my mind speculates on the silvery taste of
blackened hearts served with corn fritters,
it feels the purulent surfaces of my skin
hardening as the night approaches
I look at my watch, it really matters
I gaze at my zenith
oh, I could have been an astronaut
I could have been an astronaut, my daughter
Words in Athabaskan uttered slowly in silence
The fuselage, I dare say, lay behind my eternal head
Damn the Industrial Revolution.
Damn my lumbago, I'll just have to watch the day go.
my mind speculates on the silvery taste of
blackened hearts served with corn fritters,
it feels the purulent surfaces of my skin
hardening as the night approaches
I look at my watch, it really matters
I gaze at my zenith
oh, I could have been an astronaut
I could have been an astronaut, my daughter
Words in Athabaskan uttered slowly in silence
The fuselage, I dare say, lay behind my eternal head
Damn the Industrial Revolution.
Damn my lumbago, I'll just have to watch the day go.
This is not a good time to enjoy Dali, Deepali
I'm thinking, this could have bee worse,
this could have happened in Syria
Yes, this could have been Syria
I guess I'm a lucky guy
I'm thinking, this could have bee worse,
this could have happened in Syria
Yes, this could have been Syria
I guess I'm a lucky guy
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