Songs and sonnets from the underground
Under ground
Lost and never found
Waiting to be discovered
from one corner to another
From Oklahoma
The Bag
The roamer
Come for a year
stay for another
A chorus of angels, a choir
set me on fire
Left you on one stage
found you on another
I became so tired that I no longer cared, I stumbled and I saw you stare
Look away, pretend I'm not there, find your comfort in the neon glare
Underground
Direction lost
Subversion found
Turn around
Let me touch that mound
Stomp a thumping sound
In my mind
and in my arm
Red welts that wrap right around
The Junction
A cross-over into what
from here to where
What exactly was its function?
Always come back around
And as I stumbled without a care as to who saw
I looked up into you, into a mindless bore
So start the fight you have it all, that biteless bark, no rock ‘n’ roll
I was so wasted then, tired to the soul, 13th hour and still not home
Then I noticed the gate post bent
The super sign
The one event
So I went, but then I left
Elation station, my mini vacation
Demystify, try new sedation
Return without sensation
Sing without harmonisation
One fool and a million dreams sold to a global nation
13th hour underground and still not home
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