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Priest With Balloons
Tiny Ruins
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Now at regular party size
Waves crash on either side
Hes wearing polypropylene
Clutching at straws; holding on to streams
What was he looking for?
Truth or was it Heaven?
Or did he just wanna go out with a bang?
So to speak...
Hes put his helmet
Steps out
Floats out into the sky
Goodbye.
Its funny but i
Can understand why
I wanna live
Where the traffic controllers
Are ballet dancers
And billboards painted over with colors
Where unkindness is fined
In numbers of roses.
And nobody feels like taking the commons.
Nobody feels like taking the commons
While some were meant for sea, in tugs boats.
Round the shore's knee.
Milling with the sand and always coming back to land
For others, up above
Is all they can think of.
Up there with the birds and clouds
Where words don't follow.
There are times when I would sit down for tea.
Some well-meaning companion will ask me.
"How's it going with everything?"
Quite nicely;
But I wanna live.
Where the traffic controllers
Are ballet dancers
And billboards painted over with colors
Where unkindness is fined.
In numbers of roses
And nobody feels like taking the commons.
Nobody feels like taking the commons.
Nobody feels like taking the commons.
Though time has soldiered on
I still think of upon him.
Waging with the sky;
Hes crying
Goodbye
What was he looking for?
Truth or was it Heaven?
Or did he just wanna go out with a bang?
So to speak...