Now that I think about it,
A lot of dudes that love horses
Are cool.
Horses meat is eaten in Spain
They say it is good
But lots of people like horses too much to eat it,
They say its like eating dog or something
And I can see their point,
Still, Id try horse sometime
Given enough red wine and a crowd At Carnival ouotside the bar.
Tom Waits might not like to eat horse meat though.
He might find sentimental reasons
But he might say as well as I do
That given enough libation and a big enough crowd
Many people will do lots of unusual things.
In the 60 70's ppl discover quadraphonic sound
Just look at discotechs
A sort of synchronized mob.
Under the strobe
Under the scope
Under the spell of Babylon
Or a paradise jubebox.
Under the strobe
Under the scope
Under the spell of Babylon
Or a paradise jubebox.
Looking up you notice a cloud
floating across a moonlit sky
And the prefectly-formed
cumulocirrus cloud is Inside the
ampitheatre.
This alarms you briefly
But the pulsing crowd reintergrates
your attention again.
Smoke and mirrors you whisper
Against the din And think of the girl
the one that did not bring you here
tonight. You think of what your
companion from the last summer
might say and sway to the currents
of fresh air which makes you feel
like kelp in the ocean, then your
date, who you love dearly, now that
shes away, grabs you by your elbow
and leads you down the dim blue hallway.
