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Turn me on animator
I have nowhere else to go with these suit-cases
Will you play one for us tonight
If we promise to forget the plate glass?
Will you pick the noise from the silence?
The further the wager squanders,
My smile leaps across the maritime prospect
The mission trips along the ridges of my shoulders
My headlights are on, my reflector beam on low
Yesterday’s a question I haven’t posed yet
Tomorrow’s waiting on the best guess
Tonight I am whatever’s left
Piece of mind, pick of time
This statue won’t let off the reigns of my melancholia
Howbeit the masterful spinning plates of laughter lacerate my intention for breath
With words that I used to know...
Used to call my own
Used to be all I'd known
Turn me on an animator
The chalk fills the lining of the outside
Move out, move loud, move clout on the ground
Don’t make a sound
Christen the forest with your
Jig-step into the next house;
Rabbit hole off the attic bunk
Take a holiday and bring us back some lunch
Masks on ladies and gentlemen,
We’re walking on hands-free off the surface of the sun