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I walk the white haze
eyes like vending machines
devouring quarters
doubling, distorted, from here I can see all the
heat, all the debonair hysteria
cool off, walk slow
CRACKED legs, CRACKED teeth
death sweat, dry lipped
desperation…

Clear back, clipped on
slid off, curled up, waist clench, broad chest
lungs press – neck a string
head balloon
I’m all balloons these days!
I’m all balloons these days, I’m all balloons these days!
I’m pressure and salt, I’m all burst open
waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting,
waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting –
I’m all delirious when nobody
notices I’m colors and lights!
I’m all balloons these days – I’m all pop! pop! pop!
I’m all pop! pop! pop! (etc. etc.)

Let me take you in my stomach:
a beauty picnic basket, oh! I love to hear you laughing.
I am nothing but hot air, oh-oh-oh! to lift you up
and swallow the sky, oh my, we must clear our minds!
Cluttered with helium
I’m healing ya’
with all that I have.

But we’re all balloons these days…
We’re all balloons these days…
We’re all balloons these days – oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
Put the meaning back in the words
or give it away to
La la LA la la La LA LA la La!!!

la, la, la – we’re pop, pop, pop
la, la, la – we’re pop, pop, pop
la, la, la – we’re pop, pop, pop…

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from Outside, the Great Drought, released February 11, 2011

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