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Dorothea
04:30
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In the hazy grey light,
when the lines are good and blurry;
on the affluent peninsula
baboons are robbing purses filled with
baby sharks are hiding in the
tide is pulling back along
the broken stones are breaking less than
the moon is keeping secrets.
Terrified by what they'll find
If the moon might spill the beans
when all the planets have been realigned
and the earth becomes a circus;
make-up artists are making up, all
the animals are waking up, behind the scenes
the lion tamers are being tamed by tigers.
Locks are good, but woe betide,
by pushing through the key inside,
and peeking through the little gap
a secret is dispelled.
You see, the circus folk are working hard,
with make up running down their faces;
busy canning oxygen
for the astronauts and divers.
Something's getting closer,
I can feel it.
Something's coming nearer,
but I can't see it.
Something's getting faster,
I'm running, and running, and running,
and giving all of my nerve away.
Underwater, under all
the silly circus people, next to
little monsters on the beach:
A frothy, curtained bay.
Inside:
The bigger sharks are angry at
the apes are getting braver in
the water is inviting them
to take a quick look under.
Now inside the pantomime,
innamorate dolphins hide
above, below, behind their masks,
enlightened by the moon.
In the coral forest,
the brighella clown fish start to tell
their arlecchino sisters' plans
for taking back the ocean.
Soon the moon is getting tired,
and bored with all
the actresses are acting up
because they know
it's getting past their bedtime
so, the orca with her panda eyes,
and orders from the moon, arrives
to tell them all to get to sleep;
or on the three count, leave.
Doing what we've all been told,
and scattering for fear of all
the consequences we've in store
for swimming off the shore.
And now:
The surface is approaching, near,
and Dorothea's waiting there.
Though, on her boat, she looks away,
she smiles, and sails me far away.
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The Opportunity
03:50
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You followed me back in time,
When the light shone brighter.
A linear path, unfurling.
In time.
Veering to the right
I lost my way,
With pacifiers stacking high.
I was waiting for an offer,
An offer.
Waiting for the opportunity
To arise.
You've heard enough of
Me telling you of
The lies
The lies
I had, I had endured
Because I had to be sure
Endurance wasn't an issue at all.
"But that was then,
And now is now,
And we are still young"
You told me.
"Turn it around,
Or build from the ground.
Just do it, do it,
Do it for yourself;
Or me;
Whomever, just be
Who you can be,
As hard as it seems.
I'll help you off the ground
So maybe you can fly."
So thank you for the offer,
The offer.
Thank you for the opportunity.
Thank you for the offer,
The offer.
Thank you for reminding me that we are still young.
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Mid-night, mid-flight I stop
And I pull over.
Mid-night, mid flight I stop;
Red-light cripples, Alzheimer's and drivers.
Mid-night I stop;
Not a soul, nor the devil to keep me still.
The sane man - he passes me by
And the red light won't even care, or remember.
Mid-night, mid-flight I stop
And it's getting me down.
Mid-night, mid-flight I stop
And I can't come around.
The in-flight film is atrocious -
It's out of sync, it st-tutters and bugs me.
The outside temperature's falling
And everything looks much better without the frost.
Everything looks much better without the frost,
And everything gets much better when I
Look at the clock, look at the clock, look at the clock,
Look at the clock, look at the date.
Pick up the pace, pick up the pace, pick up the pace,
Pick up the pace, pick up the time.
Mirror behind, mirror behind, mirror behind,
Mirror behind, mirror your face
Mirror the time, mirror the time, mirror the time,
Mirror the time, mirror the place.
Everything looks much better without the frost.
Everything tastes much sweeter without the cost.
Maybe I'm not making much sense at all,
Either way I won't make it stop.
Mid-night, mid-flight I stop
Paying attention to signals and warnings.
In my head I'm unbreakable
If I'm already broken in pieces.
Acceleration and hand break turns
And long term aviation,
And stationary traffic,
I'm passing by
With imaginary turrets and land-mines.
Middle of the night and it's terrible
That no-one's around to witness the things
That I couldn't do in the daylight
When the red light might gun me down.
But the star-light is silent;
The moon keeps smiling down and he flicks me a wink,
And the red light is feeling less angry
Because I made a deal with her brother.
And she shouldn't really care because it's quiet, anyway.
And I never really cared because I know it's best to
Look at the clock, look at the clock, look at the clock,
Look at the clock, look at the date.
Pick up the pace, pick up the pace, pick up the pace,
Pick up the pace, pick up the time.
Mirror behind, mirror behind, mirror behind,
Mirror behind, mirror your face
Mirror the time, mirror the time, mirror the time,
Mirror the time, mirror the place.
Everything looks much better without the frost.
Everything tastes much sweeter without the cost.
Maybe I'm not making much sense at all,
Either way I won't make it stop.
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