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Apr 24, 2008
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Bonneville Salt Flats
I wake to the same old face
I sleep in the same old place
Dreaming in blue I scream for you.
Gibbering like an idiot I dance in the oceans sands
The captains are not courageous
They allow crimes outrageous
Prosecuting innocence while feeding.
Like an idiot I dance in the ocean sands looking for you.
Help me walk the straight line
Help me walk that narrow line
The mornings sun shines like obsidian.
I don my pagan mask and dance in the ocean sands waiting for you.
Speak to me
You dont speak to me
I am flying under highway signs.
Throwing my hands in the air I dance in ocean sands listening for you.
Crawling through cane brakes
I paint myself yellow and black like a snake
Always alert for machine noises in the air.
My skin burns, peels ecstasy of sun shine as I dance in ocean sands for you.
I only see white but I dream of blue
I have to quit staring at the sun looking for you.
Making arcane symbols with my fingers I fight demons.
I spell your name in bloody footprints as I dance in ocean sands waiting.
-DS Baker
I sleep in the same old place
Dreaming in blue I scream for you.
Gibbering like an idiot I dance in the oceans sands
The captains are not courageous
They allow crimes outrageous
Prosecuting innocence while feeding.
Like an idiot I dance in the ocean sands looking for you.
Help me walk the straight line
Help me walk that narrow line
The mornings sun shines like obsidian.
I don my pagan mask and dance in the ocean sands waiting for you.
Speak to me
You dont speak to me
I am flying under highway signs.
Throwing my hands in the air I dance in ocean sands listening for you.
Crawling through cane brakes
I paint myself yellow and black like a snake
Always alert for machine noises in the air.
My skin burns, peels ecstasy of sun shine as I dance in ocean sands for you.
I only see white but I dream of blue
I have to quit staring at the sun looking for you.
Making arcane symbols with my fingers I fight demons.
I spell your name in bloody footprints as I dance in ocean sands waiting.
-DS Baker
— dbaker, Apr 24, 2008
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warpzone
18 years 1 month ago
Yikes this is awesome, there
dbaker
18 years 1 month ago
Thank you
pinksheep
18 years 1 month ago
For some reason
pinksheep
18 years 1 month ago
........
pinksheep
18 years 1 month ago
Sorry or
pinksheep
18 years 1 month ago
This
dbaker
18 years 1 month ago
Whoa!
pinksheep
18 years 1 month ago
Sorry
dbaker
18 years 1 month ago
Ok.....
themoonman
18 years 1 month ago
Mr Baker..
pinksheep
18 years 1 month ago
No not
pinksheep
18 years 1 month ago
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