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culture and nature of daily life |
| Years of Polka Dots & Moonbeams We've spent years absorbing polka dots and moonbeams but we breathe in claustrophobic wanderlust, existing in a Brazilian dream; real fantasy being in imagination, the only life that never ages. That bird ain't the same since he collapsed into light. That bird ain't the same since she expanded into darkness. Just tryin' to fly in the transient infinite, the rayless luminance. Suspended in air, floating in a sentimental swing, high & perched above that rainbow canal whispering forgotten melodies of comforting pains in some old stale change, where change equals same. That bird ain't the same since she collapsed into light. That bird ain't the same since he expanded into darkness. Just tryin' to fly in the transient infinite, the rayless luminance. |