It's a dream but it's real, real but a dream, it's stark staring duality, sleeping in the bed of reality, waking to a world of fantasy. What is memory but the ghost of what I am, and the future just passing through me, bringing fortune and misery, but it's all going down in history. And the boy with the one eye winks at me, that's a total eclipse of the sun. Nightclubbing---nightclubbing she looks like a man, she sees people, brand new people, all children are new. I've got my mojo back, I just remember things in my head, go at it full throttle, and it's hard like the neck of my beer bottle. It's what's happening... |