Jan 9 63 lyrics

This is an atypical day (it`s the State we`re in):

Billow-beast clouds. Vibrant, bright like Spring.

This is a turbulent drive, mixing bowl of good and bad

Kooked by caffeine, Sky Wind Machine

And the car absorbs it all - shake, shift, rattle at me

(We`re both suckers for scenery)

Should weather not match the mood?

Conjure old anti-trust flaws:

Run from blue eyes, shun blue skies the same.

Simplicity, where`s the needle today?

All stacks of hay...

~ Jan. 9 / 63 degrees ~

Nonlinear thoughts on this linear road

Bluster me. Entangle - spider web spun

(`Make hay while the sun shines...`)

We`re not victims here;

we choose our way, hunt the game

Chase to balance empty palettes

But there are emotions...and relatives and...

I`m relatively poor with social ills.

(Voluntary solitude doesn`t pay the bills!)

Finding balance, you`ll find, is that poignant, pointy clich?

Stacked of the scale, kick the bale in vain.

Simplicity, where`s the needle today?

In...all stacks of hay. Hey!

Pop up unannounced, take aim!

`One Day` is today, and I`m on your tail...

Fox and Field, crimson-gold (rich yield)

Elusive... catch rest for the day.

I don`t want replicated History

Fired in a kiln of silence and insecurity

But you find sometimes that you`ve worked so hard

your perspective has been chipped away

And it`s hard to speak the mind, when emotions don`t take sides

Find the balance: Show don`t tell (are you still afraid of the pen?)

We are the history of a coin! We are an out-of-control grin!

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