Name Escape

Greetings everybody, we are Bodega from New York City
Thank you for coming out tonight

And the light from the sky
Shone in to the virgin's womb
The light from the projector descended across the room
Life is born in the mind of the screen

Word is flesh, and the flesh is a dream
An image in our likeness is all that is seen
A life is born, the mind and the screen
The flesh is a dream
The word is flesh, the flesh, the flesh, the flesh, the flesh, the flesh
Flesh, flesh, flesh, flesh!

Name escape
Right now, name escape
Name escape
Right now, name escape

"Did you remember the Fender?"
Said a familiar beard
Whose band I always see
Whose sound I never hear
I cannot seem to place his face
His nose or his shape
Right now, name escape

Right now, name escape
Right now, name escape
Name escape (Right now)
Name escape (Right now)

And I've seen him at the poetry club closing our tabs
I've seen him outside of metros hanging out cabs
Hand on the fender, a message from sender
I've seen his face but now no name remember

Online he's typing with a pseudonym
So even messaging I'm not quite sure if it's him
He never once makes eye contact
When he talks he never once makes eye contact

And I have no idea what he does for a living
Can't distinguish his head from the next
His pants are much tighter, the last time we met
He's got a pizza-core badge which he bought on the internet

Have I heard the latest something about so and so?
No I have not, my son
Now I don't want to know
Have you heard the latest single 'bout me, take you to the zone?
No I have not, my son
Now I don't want to know

Right now, name escape
Right now, name escape
Right now, name escape
Right now, name escape

And I wonder what this head looks like when he's fucking
Does he look any less like a ship lost at sea?
Does he flop like a fish dropped down on the deck?
Does he still never once make eye contact?

His head's over his shoulder
His head's on the pillow
His head's over the shoulder
He's looking at the stage

He's like me and you and her, also Johnny B. Goode
Just fading, waiting for the time we will play
Luckily a face walks up from back in the day
Even him I can't place
So right now name escape

Right now my hard drive's erased
Right now we talk about the sound space
Right now I've ran out of mind space
Right now heaven knows I'm miserable now

Heaven knows I'm miserable now
Heaven knows I'm miserable now
I was happy in the chase of a drunken hour
Heaven knows I'm miserable now (Heaven knows I'm miserable now)
I was looking for a handjob, hey forty for a handjob

Heaven knows I'm miserable now (Heaven knows I'm miserable now)
To see you there in the young girl's hell
With your mother in so much pain
I was almost there at the top of the stairs
Screaming in the rain
Does he wake you up just to tell you that
We so need a change of plan

Dream up, dream up, let me fill your cup
With the promise of a man (Heaven knows I'm miserable now)
Dream up, dream up, let me fill your cup
With the promise of a man (Heaven knows I'm miserable now)
Dream up, dream up, let me fill your cup
With the promise of a man (Heaven knows I'm miserable now)

I'm not sure I ever saw his face in the first place
I'm sure not ever placed first in the new face
I'm sure not ever placed first in the new face
I'm sure not ever not new to his face

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I use my computer for everything
Heaven knows I'm miserable now
Heaven knows I'm miserable now

I use my computer for everything
Heaven knows I'm miserable now