Frontier Ruckus
Bike Trail
On the bike trail of pale white chalkWhere I surveil the loading dockThat's chipping in the wailing shockOf the mercilessly electric creaturesThe deranged men who shirtlessly stalkThe desperate features in their walkUntil the melt like boiling caulkOn the metal of the blacktop bleachersThe summer has an open hymenThe Sylvan Manor baseball diamondRattles hot with tattletalesSo frailly shot into the nightChristopher keeps the receiptsFor all the love that no one eatsIn the glassy office complex suitesBehind which the ditch heats and squigglesWhere all the deathlike little birdsAnd the yearlings in their little herdsAnd the perversion of my wordsGets trapped and sweats and frets and wrigglesIn a grouping of the tower spinesSongtexteAnd the flaccid drooping power linesWhere I'm recouping what is mineFrom the placidly eternalHot day when the sprinklers ventA burning rubber aqua scentAnd evaporate all that I've meantAbout the mercilessly electric creaturesBut how do they hone the drone and tune itTo the gargle of the backyard AC unit?It rattles hot with tattletalesSo frailly shot into the night
Aus Songtexte Mania