Listen to this, dear S of the hugs, AND DANCE YOUR “S” and/or DIDIETRO OFF because each and every breathing being you know has the chronic terminal disease called LIFE– and Bones and feathers on the floor, maybe we’re all just dance!
YOUR CONSCIOUSNESS–and 50 trillion living-dead-living cells doing cyclical pirouettes–ACTIVELY ADORES ASSEMBLING, DISASSEMBLING AND REASSEMBLING SALVATORE EVERY WAKING MILLISECOND. And this wildly improbable internet connection whirly girl thinks you’re constructively, critically AMAZING. How many more surprises does this planet have to offer you? Your mantra and mandala for today is DEEperCADENCE PARTY!
Body’s cold, the party’s started, lying in a hole.
Fertilizer from your skin and compost from your soul.
And all across the universe, mysterious energies
Create more life from your life’s left over debris.
Shadows in the living room, whispers of circumstance.
‘Cause somewhere in the afterlife, even the dead still dance.
We dance, we dance.
Heroes and Villains, whoever’s willing to bust the thing apart.
Glorious visions and indecisions gnawing at your heart.
What were those foreshadows telling you in the movie of your life?
Hero blinded by hubris and willing to sacrifice.
Music in the corridors, eyes like a hungry trance.
Bones and feathers on the floor, maybe we’re all just dance.
Shadows in the living room, whispers of circumstance.
Somewhere on the open road even the dead still dance, we dance.
Humbled by the prospects of all that could have been.
Sitting in a coffee shop thankful just to grin.
Wake for just a moment, long enough to realize,
That for most of my existence, I’ve been hypnotized
By my own sense of glamour, by my own magic rocks.
Bending, shaping reality till it matched up with my thoughts.
Music in the corridor, marking your soul’s advance.
‘Cause somewhere in the afterlife maybe the dead still laugh.
Shadows in the living room, whispers of sweet romance.
‘Cause somewhere in the here and now even the dead still dance.
We dance (x8)
