Thursday, December 8, 2011

Surreality January... anticipating the sun

Surreality January Oh Ten song

She said
To me
None of it was
intentional
To leave you
Quite so insensible
Lost without even
 a goddamn paddle
Wondering what the hell
It was
That just happened
Reprehensible
Of her
Unintentional
I’m not sure

Unmentionable
What she
Did to you
Uncomprehendable
Not even something
You’d call
Slightly sensible
Who said what to who
About who
Not the first time, too
Could’ve asked me
‘Cause I know
That I knew
Unforgettable
Quite incredible
Just how much it is
Possible
To reel from
a low blow
Unintentional or no
You can’t say she didn’t know
Just how far
It would go

Surreality January
When every single little piece seems to fit
Like a mirror
See them sizzle
Watch ‘em all fire up
Glow with the heat of it
I wouldn’t trust it a single bit
Whole town notices me and you
The streetlights dim at twilight
 Flicker
And implode
One by one
On our way down the road

Synchronicity felicity
When the
Actual flow
Of the show
Is too strong
To control
Or even know
Let alone love
On it’s own
Keep it low
Keep it cerebral
Keep it soft somethin’ beautiful

Feels like falling in love with the whole world
Pole to pole
When you are near
Sky meets earth and soil
Meets fire meets air
Meets sunshine meets blue skies
Meets dark brown hair and blue eyes
Meets love and desire
Sun leaves the room
When you go too
Synchronise watches for the realtime
Check your compass which way to go
Think we’re lost right now
Just watch we don’t
Hit the coast now
Keep an eye on
The rising cost now
Don’t cross that line
Can’t even say that you are mine now

Synchronicity felicity
When I sizzle
And shimmer when I move
And you glow
Was it real
Or too freaky, babe
Who will ever really know
Not me

Surreality January
Not like a Dali
More like Modigliani
On my wall
No longer see or hear
Way too near
To know how I feel
For real about you
How I feel for real

Synchronicity felicity
When the
Actual flow
Of the show
Is too strong
To control
Or even know
Let alone love
On it’s own
Keep it low
Keep it cerebral
Keep it soft and somethin’ beautiful