I`ve often dreamt of a conversation
that just keeps coming up again and again.
We`re sitting in the Baby Bar bereft
at a shadowy table out past the sentences end.
From until it`s no longer fun
`til that`s no longer relevant.
From until we`re no longer one
`til the bona-fide embodiment of an endless
emergency without end.
We`re an endless emergency without end
We often stop in these conversations,
things we say here stay here forever amen.
When everything seems either funny or lousy,
funny or lousy, that`s where it usually ends.
From until we`re no longer fun
`til that`s no longer relevant.
From until we`re no longer one
`til that`s no longer permanent.
From the last survivors of those terms
to the bona-fide embodiment
of an endless emergency
without end.
We`re an endless emergency
without end.
We`re an endless emergency
without end,
but
your finger starts to wiggle
and
landscapes emerge