Double Brain Power... Ending Double Rain Showers




Now where are...

The key's... Unlocking the door on my damn broke down car,

know we won't bee riding... The journey really isn't that far,

motorized body mechanic's fixes this quick... walking down the street passing up all the bars,

Bar's on the window's, bar's on the wall's... bars on the corner of my mind, strollin' through it all,

there's really only two choices... You know it, call it last call,

positive negativity... No now really, it's time to brawl...

A lightly dark scene begins to stream... Who do you think is packin' heat and who's gonna fall...

Out in the back of the front smokey room a tune twang's to focus a certain kinda' view, winning losers draw... And idea's start pushing through,

A room full of chaos... But the story is never doomed,

only the preconceived notion's end up ruined,

plot's thicken when story-lines are re-written, and all different angles viewed...

One part of a fractal hologram , ever evolving inside of this test tube mood,

carrying light through networks of home connections, away into the cube...

Song selection is up to you... I only had enough time to decide on a country of few...

Crazy place this imaginative reality space... It's new to me too...

Change your mind... Change your life... I have fought with this forever...

But I'm telling you it seem's to work... Thing's that I think about continue to show up in my life,

the more positive I think the better it all get's, but for some reason I continue being skeptical, pessimistic, depressed and just plain negative...

Every-time I wonder... How the hell did I end up back here...

Back in this dungeon of thought, the answer is easy...

Because this is the easy way to think when surrounded by an endless stream of bad news...

Nuclear leaks, sea life death's, pesticides in the pancakes, weather changes, fuel prices, debt, war, work, jobs, family, school shootings, oil spill's, taxes, pollution, plastic, paper, neighbors, cancer's, where are all the f_kin' answers!!!

It's all in the palm of you're hand sir...

So you write down the next verse...

I'm not leaving here in a hearse...

There's no need for the nurse...

It's just a story... Written with verb's...

We'll all print it out in the end... What we deserve...



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