Sometimes you can drown in the rain
Sometimes you are in a drought
Sometimes you don't know what you are saying
When it is the words that open your mouth
What if the words that you say
Would relay to a part of you that can't be touched
What if the day came that wished it away
So you didn't have to think so much
I want to be a lobotomy
To the part of my mind that plays host
To an ocean to see but just one island to be
And nothing that survives will float
We have been living on surface of an atmosphere of smoke
Tell me riddle and I'll ask you a question
And we will answer them both with a joke
But this is not the way the dream is imagined in your eternal state
It's a temporary employment of the faculties used to create
A pressurized environment that would cause your soul to escape
And separate the machinery from the goal of the cultivation
Sometimes you can drown in the rain
Sometimes you are still in a drought
Sometimes you don't know what you saying
When it is your brain that opens your mouth
You are so much more than your brain
It's just the body of another god
And if you take yourself to that plane
You are going to lose all that you have got
But this is not dream you have imagined in eternal state
It's a temporary employment of the faculties used to create
A pressurized environment that would cause your soul to escape
And separate the machinery from the goal of occultivation
A bonafide New Jersey garage rock ripper from Francie Moon plunges fearlessly into the murky depths of psychedelia and blues. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 14, 2022