Dribble to the drip drop.
I stuck my nose in a rose in South of France.
Didn't want to leave.
Dippin' my rose in dew.
Drip to the
drop to the hippity-hop.
I play piano in my dreams.
Black on white stripes –
complementary, striking, like the Black Keys playing with the White Stripes,
singing the space between set to classical music on high tempo with heavy bass.
Bippity bobbity bang boom.
Speaking of stripes, King Tut.
So much for
rest in peace, huh?
The afterlife will understand, right?
If the civilization
fell it's not thievery anymore, yeah?
I love making sense of nonsense like
Makes cents, right?
Like liquid turquoise light filling the
unseen in your eyes.
And warp the time that makes
Bingkity Tonka Bing
In a parade headed by a canary, tailed by
Does the Sphinx have a tail?
Let's ask King Tut, he's ahead of
Stared at his picture today and made believe he was talking to
They used oil to Christen.
Katonka Ponka Tinkity Tonk.