Gaiameria (Stripped and Raw Version)

Electriconic connection On a melting world And my pain has completely lost her voice Pajamas up since seven on the sofa now eleven Where in abundance we can shiver the leaves and have our heads shake things out Quarreling lovers are burrowing mothers are sorrowful daughters all terrible fathers we are Pajama thirty now on the eleven-spot now “Zap-2-it” on-screen I say all this because I love you and me though it's only because you love me that I love me and know what love means Can I paint broader strokes stepping out of the window of the house I am painting? Paint, paint the colors of the paint? Where were you when you were born: in a house or in a womb? On your mother or on the ground? Prefaces like precipices make modern living monolithic and rained on. Like how the flowers need it. I’m standing behind you now with your permission. Hanging bow hanging bow Bow bow bow Hang bow hang Let the rain wash the soiling regret Make blood fill the veins of our roots Blooming bloom blooming Blooming asunder