the effervescent elephant sighs
the picture perfect bubble pops
the picture has too many stops
and all you got me were these
lousy crocodile ears on the rocks
the piano man will sing for you tonight
his famous blue raincoat
hung on his head
in a street in Belfast, where
you too, could be famously kind
if you could only read my mind
I want my Eminem, or else
we could be in trouble —
for boys, they just want to have fun
time, after time, tearing down the walls
to find anybody who is in there
lost in space or rock formations
and who is way out, playing the air guitar,
some Sergeant or Major
riffing on G major, alone
in a tin can they call home
drifing towards the Sun
here it comes, out of the silent planet
afraid to shoot strangers
afraid to shoot angels
I believe in changes instead
waking up in the morning
and going through changes
a journey through the universe ablaze
with changes
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