I'm the Spaces

You're going places
You lied to the faces
You need the greed
You need the seed of this
Which is what a disease sais
You're going places
Creating spaces

I'm sick
I've a disease
I'm dead
I'm the spaces

Take me to a place
Where the disease is benign

I'm the spaces
You're a clique
I'm the spaces
You're the DJ
I'm the spaces
You're my disarray
I'm the spaces
Tired of these words
I'm the spaces

Take me to a place
Where the disease is benign

Lows Pass

It's for the stars
That glimmer off your eyes
Bigger than ritz and glamour
Brighter than the infinity in the sky

And we were born fast
After the stars were cast
And we will die fast
But this'll last
So let the lows pass
Yea let it pass

This is no accident
And I'm no dissident
I'll look for your probe light
When I'm in the night
Won't let you pass
But yes you pass

Even when I'm low as ever
Know its not forever
I will discover
You can't cover the stars
I'll let the lows pass
And the stars will circle back

How great you are
My giant star

Dr. Morris

Dr. Morris - Son!
Lay off the Hemingway
You're getting nothing done

Let go of your crotch
Pull down your shorts - Button up your shirt
Before another marriage is botched

In a zone
Dreaming of a Golden Bicycle
You roam into the unknown
In a world of fickle

I ask for help
You're in another dimension
I scream and yelp
Can't get your attention

You're deaf
I'm plaid shirt blind
Reality's left
My journalism dreams behind

No end for me to descend
Just a paradox of articles
No truth out there
If none's here
Because the Golden Bicycle Wheels never turn
Like in your class I never learn