The House of the Loon
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there's a field of trees
they're lighting up
red to brown to gold
shaking violently
but i was told
to take a closer look
because the branches and leaves
were nothing but millions of swarming bees
and the sunset behind them
is what gave them the glow
they were making a forest
to surround us
to bring us to our knees
and the ground below them
was crackin up
we were all hostages
of nature
and there was
nothing we could do.
the sky could be orange
with streaks of red
after each bolt of lightning
the rain pouring on your head
could be the comfort you
were hoping to find
as long as the rythm of the thunder
could keep up with your mind
untill that last moment
the sky could be pink
with clouds of blue
the shining moon could be
all that illuminates you
but
of course
that sky could fall
then what would you do
in there
she wears a thousand flowers in her hair
and she walks back to back with the air
it keeps her up
but she keeps moving around
she never can tell what's enough
enough
that's a funny word
funny way to put it, i guess
mystical mezmorizing beam
of separation
and she's right inbetween
the "real" world
and some sort of dream
but it's so easy to find out where she's been
as she walks
she drops
flowers everywhere
[she drops]
[she drops]
[drops]
all the noises she hears
are starting to sound the same
all the moonlight
all the stardust
goes back the way it came
out there
she knows that anything can change
so she spins Spins SPINS spins
through the mazes of hedge
all the butterflies flutter over
make her a floating monarch bed
now she's so hight up in the clouds
and there's no way to get down
but she can see everyone from up there.
she's trying to figure out
why there's petals all around
ones she doesn't know
and so many she can't count.
she realizes
in there
towers are made fair
of lemon drops
and no one really cares.
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