| Tales from the trampoline sun My work is started, never done brittle hands - bamboo thumbs lipstick rays stuck to the sun smiling down on everyone Can you feel it all around? Stretching holes right through the sand echoing for miles around elephant - rubber bands down glue never gets upset remember ing - ing can�t forget holes get caught right up in nets sperm banks - do they make out cheques? A bolted jawbone butterfly torturing the anchient skies brainwashed party poppers cry Floating ears that frogs dispise In the begining trees were brown Then turned blue, then chopped down Chainsawed off their feavered hands Limbless trees could never stand I am not around here Always close but never near shaved goats milk, looks up and snears violet crocodiles - with beards I am not just what I said snow rain fall - the ice is lead What you know you can�t forget Atoms parted - never met moving shaking, grasping acheing Grim reeper never cut a hedge Or took a hamster to the vet There�s no pain without regret A tissue roof that isn�t wet A magic feeling all around Don�t look up when you fall down off peak smiles - made a frown fish on land - start to drown (intsrumental that i�ll never write as i havn�t learnt to play anything) I cannot walk, think or run Parachuting rain - the drop�s begun Clouds drift slowly cross the sun trampoline, trampoline, trampoline - boing! trampoline, , - boing boing! dump Hopping cross the flying tides Scooting waves of motorbikes Some won�t start - they won�t survive Handlebars that stink and dive Adam�s Eve did not exist When God made us -was he pissed? Anchient thoughts deserve respect the truth�s what happened - not what is said the spirit lost, buried inside muddy ankled peasents hide quivvering with frogspawn eyes Positive thoughts, rarely fail escape artists locked out of their jail Fudge iron - brown sweat seeps Girders won�t withstand the heat What aint known can�t be ignored Rolf Harris with a weegee board The beard glasses wobble board three legged act - he set free Scared the shit outta me It is not around here Although it�s loud it�s never clear Slowly folding tubes of beers Clay made pipes that We believe there�s more to see Swatting at the jelly bees sagging exhusted, panting trees Ashtray forrests start to smoke Roderdenderams - I hope 0d0dmmmmmmmmm! There time is up - they start to bleed bandages branching from their redwood knees glasses Myths exist - just in her hair dartboard for emotional glass |