Bad Entropy - WHY?

In la’kesh, I’ll hold my breath 'til I’m blue

Until the next time I see you

I’m recording the vocals in my underwear

Your shit sounds like you recorded in a hoodie on a hot day

With a fuckin' ball cap, tilted to cover your right eye

Your shit is fake, you’re play acting

This ain’t drama class

It’s unhealthy, it’s only boosting your bipolarity

Until the handkerchief of history

Covers us with its Times New Roman black-and-white postscript

I will wear lavender shirts in yellow painted public restrooms

Looking like Art Deco in my September complexion and

Red against blue skies and have those pictures taken

To be proof against the dull mood of your high school history teacher

That we wore color

That we distributed the seeds of dead dandelions

In cement-surrounded city parks

That we let our skin soak up the sun

Despite the advice of modern science

That we sometimes wore our hair long

And let it curl and never combed it or put it in braids

That we taught ourselves to play the pots and pans

So that we would have something honest to dance to

Something soulful to sing to

And sometimes we had trouble seeing past our own reflections in the bedroom

window

Because it was dark outside

And the fluorescents inside left shadows under our chests

And sculpted the torso to look its Friday night fittest

Yeah, I’m vain

There was life here before there wasn’t

And before that there wasn’t

But seagulls still ate shallow water fish

Morning boys still cast tall shadows

And all the while the stars are slowly separating

Elizabeth, I don’t know what you expect

I just wanna hide my face

In the space between your breasts

In la’kesh, I’ve got no heart pumpin' my chest

I’ll have to leave me praying

In the cradle of your flesh

Elizabeth, I don’t know what you expect

I just want to leave my breath

And get between your legs

In la’kesh try and leave me again

I’ll say «Hello»

You’ll say…

And end will be end

Okay

These are songs to be listened to after I’m dead (dead dead dead)

When old women start wearing their hair grey

These are songs to help an ant find its shadow

Songs to bump in your Beam Cruiser 2060

Top down, hair blowing in the absence of air

Whooming to the shhhhhh