Vacationist League: Music
Waves of Grain
(Immature Scientist / Vacationist League)
Waves of Grain
Waves of grain
runnin' through my veins.
Slurring speech and blurring vision
singing songs with strange elision.
Oh say can't you see
emissions musing mystery.
Confusion flows from heart to head
as I shift from blue to red.
Waves of grain
runnin' 'round my brain.
Darkness called, relief provided
a gift of blindness for the sighted.
What you cannot recall-- rename.
Douse the spark, fuel the flame,
leave the shell, burn the rest
fill my soul with emptiness.
Waves of grain
runnin' down the drain
Truth reveals a horrid sight
by the dawn's early light.
In misery and movin' slow.
Caught in the wicked morning undertow.
Where there's no escape from a lover's woe
or her endless echoes of "I told you so..."