Monday, May 8, 2023

Contra A/D Converters...


A hot and windy August afternoon
Has the trees in constant motion
With a flash of silver leaves
As they're rocking in the breeze

The boy lies in the grass with one blade
Stuck between his teeth
A vague sensation quickens
In his young and restless heart
And a bright and nameless vision
Has him longing to depart

You move me
You move me
With your buildings and your eyes
Autumn woods and winter skies

You move me
You move me
Open sea and city lights
Busy streets and dizzy heights
You call me
You call me

The fawn-eyed girl with sun-browned legs
Dances on the edge of his dream
And her voice rings in his ears
Like the music of the spheres

The boy lies in the grass, unmoving
Staring at the sky
His mother starts to call him
As a hawk goes soaring by
The boy pulls down his baseball cap
And covers up his eyes

You move me
You move me
With your buildings and your eyes
Autumn woods and winter skies

You move me
You move me
Open sea and city lights
Busy streets and dizzy heights
You call me
You call me

Too many hands on my time
Too many feelings
Too many things on my mind

When I leave I don't know
What I'm hoping to find and
When I leave I don't know
What I'm leaving behind

When I leave I don't know
What I'm hoping to find and
When I leave I don't know

What I'm leaving behind
His world is under observation
We monitor his station
Under faces and the places
Where he traces points of view

He picks up scraps of conversation
Radio and radiation
From the dancers and romancers
With the answers, but no clue

He'd love to spend the night in Zion
He's been a long while in Babylon
He'd like a lover's wings to fly on
To a tropic isle of Avalon

His world is under anesthetic
Subdivided and synthetic
His reliance on the giants
In the science of the day

He picks up scraps of information
He's adept at adaptation
'Cause for strangers and arrangers
Constant change is here to stay

He'd love to spend the night in Zion
He's been a long while in Babylon
He'd like a lover's wings to fly on
To a tropic isle of Avalon

He's got a forcefield and a flexible plan
He's got a date with fate in a black Sedan
He plays fast-forward for as long as he can
But he won't need a bed
He's a digital man

He'd love to spend the night in Zion
He's been a long while in Babylon
He'd like a lover's wings to fly on
To a tropic isle of Avalon

He's got a forcefield and a flexible plan
He's got a date with fate in a black Sedan
He plays fast-forward for as long as he can
But he won't need a bed
He's a digital man

He plays fast-forward for as long as he can
But he won't need a bed
He's a digital man

He plays fast-forward for as long as he can
But he won't need a bed
He's a digital man

He plays fast-forward
For as long as he can

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