All my blues fell off the wall
I sold the space
In a fieldsong mine belongs
Lord, what should I tell them?
I've come an awful mile
What age are we stranded?
Where's a god to call?
It's a ripe fruit and all the seeds I spit
Begin to bloom
And I depend on bloom.
Radio wires go all for luck
Odds and ends with a plus and minus charge
That's energy for ya
We all wanna flip the switch
And spin the propeller, And open up the fridge
It's a day's work and all the sweat and tears
It's worth the loot.
And I depend on loot.
Way up from the magnet guts
Spun a world like ours
When will the cogs and wheels
rust away like mars.
Is anyone recording us from up above the well?
Dangle me on strings
Puppeteer with wings
Way up from the magnet guts
Spawn our eyes and limbs
Out came the embryo
Out came the oxygen
Somewhere there's a satellite
Tracking all our moves
Wake us when we're dead
Halo on my head.
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