" I Love These Flowing Robes " - Carlton

Sitting here all to sober and wishin' upon a star, really the light in the overhang outside my window but its the first one I saw tonight so I'm counting it, and I'm wondering just what it is that I have to say, most likely its nothing because my words have become dormant, lying in wait for the time when they can pounce, running madly from my mouth and splattering violently onto that once empty canvas: pop art transformer boxes along northern city streets, even here we got the electricity bug, where the scene ain't even underground yet. But hey, we've got all the weeks in the world to find our underground; hopefully, it won't be all jam sessions and no lighting up the sky with all the fierceness of fire.