Michael McGuire Main Street Milky Way
MAIN STREET MILKY WAY
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
MAIN STREET MILKY WAY
Everlasting stars paint a halo, over the earth bound angel, that walks
the wonders of the ever ending streets of mankind, thru the cries of
the homeless hero, to the address of the famous zero, these sleep
walking dreams and donors do work and wind.
So the beauty of a billion stars and a hundred billion more with light
on the way, turns the tongue inside out in search of the rapture that
words just don’t know how to say.
Main Street, Main Street, Main Street Milky Way.
In the broken hearted moonlight, she figures the full night, and the
wingless have their way with the run of the ground, hydraulic dawn
makes its circuit, in the wake of the garbage men who work it, before
the vision can penetrate the night’s curtain the world has come alive
in sound.
The hopeless reborn everyday to the forced light of the immaculate
morning, some living in whispers some dying with the crash others
flushed in the warning.
Main Street, Main Street, Main Street Milky Way.
Adams to Zimmerman feed the new light, each his own version of the
lost night, she drifts like the smell of coffee thru the house of
morning, the ancient rhythm of her waking, the life of her lifetime in
the making, nature’s slow flower blossoms of the ethereal friction of
time aborning.
Traffic slowly leaks out onto the endless avenues hoping to find its
way, thru all the deadlines and destinations does anyone stop and ask
is it really just another day.
Main Street, Main Street, Main Street Milky Way.
So the beauty of a billion stars and a hundred billion more with light
on the way, turns the tongue inside out in search of the rapture that
words just don’t know how to say.
Main Street, Main Street, Main Street Milky Way.
Jan04