The Vibration
Laurie Shaw
GENRE
I will ring B.U.F.O.R.A in the morning
These vibrations felt tonight will be itemized
In the late bars by obtuse stars from the past
And the future
In a timeless abode, we scored social graces
And I
And nobody in the mood
I stick the course with a light on the bay
Bobbing crime rates are dipping
And I don’t know where to start
Chiefs in the snug are chasing cartoon criminals
Around ex-funfairs
And every day ends with a laughing contest
My love for you is like a witness of a U.F.O
Blown out of proportion
I want to see it again
But from a distance
Someone awaits on the corner
In a black foreign make
Somebody lingers
But tomorrow
We’ll be falsehoods in the snow
If you live on the same street
If you move in obligatory circles
Sweep up the malice in an art deco palace
Promise me I can swim
In a four hour director’s cut
I flip between brittle and solid as a brick
“Duly noted,” she said
As crustaceans crawled our toes
Who is Julie?
And will her notes be made available?
Live! For god’s sake live!
Felted fruit, felted fruit
Taking root, I’m on the docile tree again
Put your hands up
But not so as to satisfy
And even as I get across the line
I didn’t think I would be innocently
These vibrations felt tonight will be itemized
In the late bars by obtuse stars from the past
And the future
In a timeless abode, we scored social graces
And I
And nobody in the mood
I stick the course with a light on the bay
Bobbing crime rates are dipping
And I don’t know where to start
Chiefs in the snug are chasing cartoon criminals
Around ex-funfairs
And every day ends with a laughing contest
My love for you is like a witness of a U.F.O
Blown out of proportion
I want to see it again
But from a distance
Someone awaits on the corner
In a black foreign make
Somebody lingers
But tomorrow
We’ll be falsehoods in the snow
If you live on the same street
If you move in obligatory circles
Sweep up the malice in an art deco palace
Promise me I can swim
In a four hour director’s cut
I flip between brittle and solid as a brick
“Duly noted,” she said
As crustaceans crawled our toes
Who is Julie?
And will her notes be made available?
Live! For god’s sake live!
Felted fruit, felted fruit
Taking root, I’m on the docile tree again
Put your hands up
But not so as to satisfy
And even as I get across the line
I didn’t think I would be innocently
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