From the recording WINDOWS
I can’t hear myself think and it hurts when I breathe
Take a step to look closer; I look like disease
We got to stop making sense now
Before it’s our time to go-
So I smile politely and leave you off on the wrong note
I can see thru this haze
That’s why it isn’t clear
Windows just keep getting smaller-
What are we doing here
We got to break down our vices I got a Mercedes benz
Eighty-five years suffice and so we plan our ends
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury:
it was my idea to smoke the pot
there- I said it. Now I hope ill regret in ten years when I’m wiser;
yeah, and I hope not …. I can see thru this haze….
In 50 years time we will be able to speak face to face
From a human on earth to a human in space.
But it will mean nothing if we cannot speak more clearly our minds; our hearts.
And what good is 50 years when all we have is NOW!
Now I think that I’m yelling but I can’t tell anymore
Before it was so telling and hard to ignore.
We started the fire and we’re gonna burn it brighter
And if you can’t hear it we’re gonna amplify it!
Shit-bitch-fuck get over it! Get over it
…. I can see thru this haze….