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....while making love with crystal antennas
the electromagnetic pulse attracts Sir Isaac Newton's ghost,
and he watches as I make passionate love within a Chemical Wedding
His poor soul is still grounded here on earth,
for he cannot step into the light
until his (A)ether theories are set right
What a weight to have upon my shoulders
I make love with crystal antennas,
dialing my testicles beyond mere Amplitude and Frequency Modulation --
they hang as crystal diode plums
I stick the crystal antennas into my ears,
transmitting my soul to many destinations.
Depending on which receivers can filter the frequencies,
makes for vast differences in experiences
Sometimes I can even see you
while my brainwaves fly all over the place.
Yes, I even see you with that sad look on your face,
and I can only hope that one day the reflection in the mirror
is of someone you finally, truly love
Poor Sir Isaac Newton's ghost is expecting a lot from me,
especially since Albert is the one who punched holes in his BreAeth(er).
How can I stand up to Albert?
Maybe I am far too lost in theories of un-relativity
to fully comprehend the gravity of the apple in his eye
I do want to help send Sir Isaac Newton's ghost into the light,
just haven't quite figured-out how to make his mathematics right
It feels strange having Sir Isaac Newton's ghost watch me,
but I have a strong sense there is more to be found in this release,
and how if I stop making love with crystal antennas,
I may never find the proper lock in which to insert the golden key
If I don't eventually come around to figuring out this theological math,
will I join the ghost of Sir Isaac Newton,
watching someone else make love with crystal antennas,
cheering them on, while their testicles hang like crystal diode plums?
2014 Amethyst Remix
(Originally written on July 4th, 2011)