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Repeat

I'll see you, see you in the summertime
And I will be riding, riding in the sunshine
To see you smiling when I arrive
Stargazed blue eyes mirrored in mine

Reach out and touch me, let me know that I am here
It's the moment, static fills the air
Move in closer or turn the day to grey
Can you feel it, is there still something there?

Let you lips say hello or goodbye
I can't say, so what's your emotions?
Are they…tongue tied with hate or fear?
Or love lost…up in the air

Last time, got nearer to you
Remember the last time we were alone?
Moving slowly, I had to go
Didn't want to leave you, it just felt right

The will come, sun sets us free
What do you say?
I say I'll see you, you, you, you, you
—Repeat


2/16/1983

Mushroom Men and the Chemical Dream

Walk on down, on down the street
look Where you're at, what can it be?
Mushroom men strapped into their seats
Tell me where, you have reached

"We have feet like roots of a tree,
from the ground is where we feed."

The Bullet

As we sat, nobody cared
Not even us, the ones that were there
Where have we been, what's out there?
Pleas tell me friend, I feel despair
What's the words to the world we share?

There's a bullet in the air
Going through the flesh I bear
Running deep into my hide
Like something going through my heart…
I cried

1/23/1983

Insanity

The operator informs me
"The number you have reached…"
Doesn't suprise me
Try the other, I get your mother
She informs me

It's nothing important
Coming home soon though
It's OK talk to you then

Talking to you
Can I see you?
Conflicting days, conflicting times
Nice to talk
Maybe next time

Thinking later
It's still there
Like to touch you
If only you were near
Needn't be long, just sincere
What's your feeling?
Am I insane or…

If there's an answer let me know
Captivation has begun to show


1/13/1983

Entity V: Destination: Void

"There's nothing concerning ourselves about which we can be truly objective except our physical responses — The reflections of behavior.  We exist in a forest of illusion where the very concept of consciousness merges with illusion."

—Frank Herbert in Destination:Void