Michael McGuire Weak Signal
WEAK SIGNAL
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
I been wasting time, at the hollow vine, dead on my feet, on a drop
dead street, moving way to fast, thru a slow motion past, I ride the
crest, of an age old quest, no way you can get free, without the
skeleton key, she is to elusive, to leave evidence that’s conclusive, you
must pay the fiddler, before you can even see the riddler, you must
take the price, and multiply it twice, there're burning sacred heart, in
leu of her false start, she has a master collection, of the art of poor
perfection, I know the real reason, that she dances out of season, her
purpose is to tease, with promise’s to please, lead us not into
frustration, or we’ll succumb to temptation, but the tiger he is tame, in
the wildlife hall of fame, so please don’t move, just pretend you
approve, because time don’t mean a thing, to the wasteland king, this
is where it starts, where the middle parts, a prisoner of casual laws,
search for the unknown cause, and I can’t be forgiven, cause I just
keep on living, translating dreams, and concocting schemes, to fold up
and die, to open up and try, but she passes thru, all the things that I
do, the strictly sensational, the merely vocational, the world of high
art, the lowland of broke heart, a fool of perception, she’s the master
of deception, new lost horizon, old sun a rising, midnight at dawn, the
night was all wrong, the bride is still waiting, the groom’s are
debating, the truth is still lying, the facts are still sighing, this is the
last chance, for a freestyle romance, that point in your mind, is so hard
to find, as the seconds squeeze in, to the memory gin, the faith is
proclaimed, the faithful unnamed, it’s way out of hand, this monument
of man, you’ll never know, always got somewhere to go, this way to
paradise, this way is just as nice, I saw her there, she called it nowhere,
she comes when she pleases, and constantly teases.
march 86
