Orion

Feeling New York

Brush through my hair

We fall for East Village

But we're insincere.

Aren't we. Aren't we.

For we find no meaning

In this post-modern scene

They thought times were a changing

But now that's some

Hippie dream. Hippie dream.

And I'm watching Orion reach out from the shore

I hate his still hourglass for shifting

After I'm gone.

'Cause time sticks to me, leaves me dead on the floor.

My grave set among many,

A boy lost in the belly of the world.

Did it ever seem strange

When we would say, hey,

Life ain't worth living.

'Cause we know that

Death leads to zeros

Or infinities

And that's scary

Simple but scary, simple but scary

Ain't that contrary,

Then life is the party.

It is.

Everyone knows

These fake hipsters know

It's like St. George is here

But their dragons just want to keep sleeping.

Saw Ginsberg beset in the corner market

We can't face our death so we

can't mine our lives of meaning.

And I'm watching Orion reach out from the shore

I hate his still hourglass for shifting

After I'm gone.

'Cause time sticks to me, leaves me dead on the floor.

My grave set among many,

A boy lost in the belly of the world.

Does it ever seem strange

That we keep laughing and it never gets boring

Keep on the laughing, the crying, the screaming

And it never gets boring

When we're stuck in the feeling,

A bit all-consuming,

And in that there's meaning

There's all the meaning

There's all my meaning

For I am the rapture, I am the reaper, I am the ether,

And I'm the seer. For I am the ether, I am the ether,

And there is no time.

Feeling New York

Brush through my hair

We fall for East Village

But we're insincere.

Aren't we. Aren't we.