the breath robbing lightning, was making diamonds of rain

stuck in my head

echoes myron from the guided by voices album 'bee thousand'

Tower to the skies
An academy of lies
And what goes up
Surely must come down
And we felt the mighty blow-up
With the walls coming down
Or something like that
Most of us are quite pleased
With the same old song
And all of a sudden Im relatively sane
With everything to lose and nothing to gain
Or something like that
Man of wisdom and man of compromise
Man of weak flesh in an armored disguise
All fall down
If its right you can tell echos myron like a siren
With endurance like the liberty bell
And he tells you of the dreamers
But hes cracked up like the road
And hed like to lift us up, but were a very heavy load
And were finally here and shit yeah its cool
And shouldnt it be - or something like that

Posted by cainnum at 1:22 PM