Seperating our
blinders..
Climb the lepar's
ladder..
Sorry please
don't damn me
Just working
something out
Picking up the
pieces of yesterday
Climbing the lepar's
ladder..pretty
pretty baby
Danse for the
makers of many
Fancy that a
bit of variety
It's true what
they say..Wow!
Backtrack..
feedback..
Slippin' out of
reality..ya
done and lost me
With the
jibber jabber
and poking 'round
the ceaseless
creases of a
mental mousetrap
and the bearer
or wearer
of an electric
shock collar
Pulled tite on
the neck-tie
noose..
Cripled paperback
friction or is it
just my mental
affactation
So go on
and play the
blues again
my son
Keep playing
on..and..on..