Bugolgi Apparatus

 The next As we move into the next  we’re completely perplexed  as the past can’t help us  understand anything  our primitive tools  make us look like fools  all logic escapes  in this vacuum  those children with matches  those martyrs of darkness  all get consumed  as the future chews on us  I hold your hand  I’ve got a plan  to enjoy ourselves  where we stand  as I kiss your mouth  motivation goes south  nothing left to discuss not the writing on the wall  as we make love  something’s gone from above  only that divine energy  pulls us along 

My intuition   never fails   it’s kept me   out of corporate hell   while my imagination   is masturbating   my intuition   is on the job slaving   your ambitions   are never high   they’re predictable   ringing that bell   while I can’t remember   what I’ve read   my intuition   takes me there

 Your budding awareness  a flower you know  we watch as you unfold  mind’s thoughts climb  as you grow  through truths and lies  adults hold with time you realized  the nuances passed by  that branch in the road  you decided to hold  that beauty in the heart  almost impossible in the dark  that belief naive yet strong  that kindness and truth  had a weight  after all

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  Space + Age   Do you know what time it is   is it early is it late   we can never wait   to get back in bed just to hear the rain   splash the pavement   I think of a melody   where it comes from-   search me   it comes from your lips   as I work out the notes   it sounds timeless   existing for billions of tears   there in the stars   falling on the earth   to give birth   to these   feelings and thoughts   timeless yearnings   stars burning   melting our hearts  

  Leave the music on Leave the music on   it keeps ghosts away   the right ones will stay   and the dialogue continues   after we’re gone   Leave the music on   my mom always did   it reminded her   of a symphony and kids   and the rhythms of rain   we’ll play these songs   more than twice   nostalgia cutting us   another thick slice   vibrations moving   time through the night   making lives glide   to our next destination in style   Leave the music on   that’s how I sleep Roxy Music soundtracking my dreams   between Sundays and Mondays   I hear the voice of Mister Reed’s   insomniac lullabies   whispering me back to sleep

 Millionaire of Time I know the richest man in the world  without a penny to his name  he knows the worth of everything  he knows what’s important  he’s a millionaire of time  holding stresses in one hand  other remains open  to whatever sets in it  millionaire of time  moving the clock at will  with truth and beauty  you can make the world stand still  you’d swear you were stoned  just to hear him talk  you don’t feel alone  feeling something like love  can call him anything  he’ll answer with a smile  helping you with a burden  walking away a little lighter  the millionaire of time  spends weekends in love  surrounded by his family  that’s how he charges  millionaire of time  far from the stockmarket  walks of life would seek him out  if they weren’t too stressed to notice

  Last Witness   you can learn something from everyone   how to be or not to be   I try to live in a world of love   where even enemies are lovely   how things tend to go down   devil’s in the details   I give him what he wants   rest I hold onto with my nails   last witness to what I’ve seen   future lies ahead   everything I’ve known truthfully   is dubious in the end   last witness it had to be me   left without a friend   giving it all back willingly   to be loved in the end

 People Watching I don’t know what  anybody wants  they look at you  and lips start to move  and you fall for  any sort of touch  after a day of staring  at the screens of fools  and it feels good  as the novelty doesn’t stop  spaced as it between  the demands of the world  you could really make  some sort of love  with pieces of broken dreams  and the money you took 

Inches this itch  you can’t reach  you try to scratch  you fall on your back  at least  it’s the sort of pain  you can try to treat  with tiny pills and your hands  will the art make amends  I can’t forget all the stings  you bring new things  into my plans  I pick them up  too late  now the table  has been set

 Instructions on the inside  I’m exciting  I know this from  empirical research  I react to everything  I don’t remain inert  exciting  with no off switch  I make every second count  even when  you don’t wanna hear it  I eat boring for breakfast  and shit magic  I brush my teeth with rules  and guess what happens  of course I work  for a large bureaucracy  with a plastic spoon  against concrete  I’m inviting  you to join me  you see through my signaling  you know I’m lonely  I’m offering  a life of service  I can double your dilemmas  satisfaction guaranteed

  Nobody has what everybody wants   you sound like everyone else   somehow this comforts yourself   as if your job for the mob   was to make reality make more sense   to hide scars under make-up   to make the criminals look so tough   to give traction to the thought   no one needs to ever wake up   nobody has what everybody wants   some people say “thank god”   desires and necessities compete   for the passion you have and your energies   nobody has what everybody wants   the chance to figure themselves out   in a limited time with limited funds   and a premium put on the young your other half you’re better than   a myth to feel complete   searching for yourself in someone else   under ten-thousand sheets this mode this paradigm   this load things in your mind   controlled explosions   expertly timed in the night  

  Just sign   Looking over the terms of my surrender   I can’t help but feel the Germans were treated better   you’ve got me down to my last dollar   making me swear I’ll love you forever   I’m reading paragraph seven   where you maintain I must obey your every decision   there’s an asterisk attached to that section   that defines “enthusiastic submission”   I’ve read the third page twice   where it clarifies that you “don’t do nice”   that you take nightly baths of ice   and I must keep your body well-lathered   the section on transportation   mentions in the absence of stallions   I’m expected to stand in at that moment   on the route from the bath to the kitchen   As I’m filling with revulsion   a higher part of me demands completion   and we all win in this ballet   of one fluid motion

 Heavy accumulations You imagine the past  in the present you can’t  guess what happened  to those you know lost  to the folds of time  in vain you hope they had  more glorious lives  than a grind  like the coffee they drank  all the way to the bank  in god they trust  while their hearts  can’t thank  that cowardice  that safety  that tricked them  from ever moving towards anything  they ever really loved

  Lost in a “U”   without help from the stars   we drive this carcass so far   until we nearly stall   just pulled back from it all   lost in a you   what can we do   with just this one   outside world   you say it’s not my fault   asking for my pin numbers   I’ve cut all my cards   let’s sing for our suppers   lost in a you   with me, too   things that go down   must soon come up   can’t get back home   forward is all we know   winds starting to blow   we sail rather than walk  

  Issues issues everbody’s got issues some keep ‘em under wraps others collect a whole set a shy kid I went home and hid reading comic books playing records got attracted to girls with super-powers I hid my hobbies to not appear so lonely now I’ve got issues plenty of issues I work out the kinks with ladies and a shrink but there are issues plenty of new issues to keep me busy to take my money