Harmonic Hills and Peace Pillows
Gaining touch with reality
And losing touch with technology
I once was in this copious rush
To survive this 30 foot jump
And move on to the next level
The more mystery, The more love
I’ve played good boy, I’ve played rebel
Everything into what I have written
I shall write until my knuckles bleed
And fingers begin to deteriorate
And then I will call some shit hole cable corporation
And they will install voice recognition
To my computer from my life, my eyes
And I will speak endless of philosophy
Until my voice begins to crackle
And then completely dry out
Words that will change but one life
And another, and then some
And they shall spread like hungry eagles wings
Across America, it’s allies, it’s enemies
And we shall sleep together, un-divided
Upon harmonic hills and peace pillows.
And losing touch with technology
I once was in this copious rush
To survive this 30 foot jump
And move on to the next level
The more mystery, The more love
I’ve played good boy, I’ve played rebel
Everything into what I have written
I shall write until my knuckles bleed
And fingers begin to deteriorate
And then I will call some shit hole cable corporation
And they will install voice recognition
To my computer from my life, my eyes
And I will speak endless of philosophy
Until my voice begins to crackle
And then completely dry out
Words that will change but one life
And another, and then some
And they shall spread like hungry eagles wings
Across America, it’s allies, it’s enemies
And we shall sleep together, un-divided
Upon harmonic hills and peace pillows.
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