Machine Noise For A Quiet Daydream (feat. Séamus)

There you go
Can you not see it?
You can't see what's right in front of your eyes sometimes
Especially if it's an exact replica of your own eyes
The carousel of molten show horses
There is nothing really there there
There there
Artisan

The fourth Wise Man
Sat down on the dual carriageway
And counted the flower petals on the roundabouts
In your mind's eye
It is time to walk the cats
It is time the cats were walked
I had a mosaic on my floor of a Hindu God that no one had ever heard of

The artist is present
The mental hospital closed down for routine maintenance on the light bulbs
And we were all bowling
We all went bowling
It was a psychotic birthday party
I scored many strikes
I am a good bowler
The best in the entire hospital
You can beat me
But you cannot beat me at bowling

Everything that is
Isn't
Wasn't it eventually?
Even this won't be this for that long
Fun, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun
Fun, fun, fun, fun fair

I eat toast
I talk to my mother about the varying prices of yogurts in local discount supermarket chains
I'm timing something wise at the same time
The race has already finished
Fun fair, fun fair, fun, fun fair
I saw his hand shaking before his death
Shaking at all he had not done
Fun fair
Fun fair

Nauseating bluebell oesophagus
Tolerating tiny stale offices
Dao de Ching
She has the Dao de Ching
Fun, fun

Sacred text in veins
Paper planes
Artisan, Artaban wise man
I want to lick syrup off your body
Fun fair
An arsonist at a funeral
That's the way of it

The Dao
The Dao
The Dao
That cannot be spoken
The Dao
The Dao that can be spoken
Is not the Dao
Isn't really
The coffin that is burning so the children can light their sparklers off a well-lived life

A breast
A robin
A line of binary code
A look in someone's eyes when you were actually looking at them
What kisses will you remember when you take our last breath?