Quadrangularis Reversum Kithara Zoomoozophone Zymo-xyl Mazda Marimba Zoroastrian Z Chromolodeon Cloud Chamber Bowl a portmanteau of color and chrome the curse of the crow the nimbus is null
suitcase sky and you're marching down your ticker tape and your old parade your old grey jacket is hanging in threads your grizzled brow squints in the sun
I've been running the rails so long can't find my own nose on the ground I'll go go go till I get gone go go go till I get off
watch your back and stack your hack your mailman is punching back your train goes click click clack
making up your orchestra out of the debris of the evening fishing out from the gutter all your gold and grey graffiti
I crack the frozen ice a 100 bells chime a 1000 birds fall on a regiment of lies chrome crack and rattle shadow shake the bell tree through rack and rain and ruin wither I go
The sound becomes my body and my body is the sound The sound becomes my body and my body is the sound The sound becomes my body and my body is the sound
from chicago to barstow, o barstow
everybody needs a thirst for more and a world war for an encore