vinylgypsy

/begin ramble

cradle rollback delicate to the last push align to the sunshine count the dust speckles in the god beams.
fully conscious but i wish i wasn't so i didn't have to tell my story with my eyes open.
everybody wants a chance just to take a pull feel the beast just give a little under the safari moon.
let the electric do my talking.
i've got more change in my pocket than i do love stories with happy endings.
sit indian round the cursing bonfire while we count fingers, draw ourselves in the wet sand, demand new lives from the angels flying overhead.
look over yonder to the dancing skeletons playing the piccolo and i'm playing spoons on a rusted halo.
hold my hand even if i say no..

/end ramble