Kandinsky

The whole world shakes me down

The Holy Ghost in rags

I've been burning up this town

And flipping tiny bags

Zeus gave a blade

Apollo stuck him up

I committed to the fade

But then drank another cup

It's a dirty song that runs

For your fingers in your chest

Trying to feel for bombs and guns

Or a heart without a vest

Bullet proof, good or not

Wrecked the weekend coming now

I will see you at the spot

With my murdered sacred cow

Shadows are red inside

Shadows they dream in rainbows

Shadows cave into fountains of color

When we close and avert our eyes

Shadows recognize our poverty

Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin

Kandinsky is in my room

So is Edgar Allan Poe

The shadows dream in color

And that is their final revenge

When we go under

It's nothing but art deco black and white

Andy Warhol submarines

Frying fish of the ages

Shadows are red inside

Shadows dream in rainbows

Shadows cave into fountains of color

We close and avert our eyes

Shadows recognize our poverty

And even pray over us

With minds full of grey

And rapid eyes scanning the bottom of the ocean

On the middle of the day

Kandinsky is in my room

Smoking a brown cigarette

And I ignore him and read my orange book

Until suddenly he says 'hey'

And as I look up

He turns into a shadow

So that the cigarette falls

And the smoke rises slow

Filling the space where his body once was

Filling the space where his body once was

Filling the space where his body once was