Pagoda

From ripe, to green
Too real, too late
Should I lie down, or stand up
Or walk around again?
My eyes finally right opened out
My eyes finally right opened shut
To find my fount of sound
That Ears the touch of my tears
Smell the taste of all we waste
Could feed the others
But we smother each other with the nettle
And Pucker the sour sugar sweet weather
It blows through our trees, swims through our sees
Flies to the last gasp we’ve left on this earth,
Oh ohoh oh-oh oh
It's a long lonely journey from death to birth
It's a long lonely journey from death to
It's a long lonely journey from death to birth
It's a long lonely journey from death to ...birth
Should I die again? Should I die around?
The pounds of matter willing to space
I know I'll never know until I come face to face
With my own cold dead face
Oh With my own wooden case
You with me la la ohohoh
(play this as loud as you can the last time....its worth breaking a string)
It's a long lonely journey from death to birth
It's a long lonely journey from death to
It's a long lonely journey from death to birth
It's a long lonely journey from death to ...birth