Sweet scent of sweat
Surrender to the summer set
True survivors point their spans of attention
Towards vessels of skin
When I decide to start acting my own age
I'll show them what it means not to mean a thing
People we're hurtling through space
At a hundred thousand kilometres an hour
Whatever is olden is golden and I'm endowed with it
Keep turning my back on the slackness that I had found in it
An ear to the wall all I hear is the mating calls
Echoing down the valley mall
And its becoming a part of me
Sons slip into lycra suits to cycle in
Sipping half strength coffee like its vicodin
Fuel for assets and proof of status
Healthy girls held promo deodorant under my nose
As they squawk they get gawked at by the pack
The herd
The murder of crows
And they can smell the success
And they can taste the chemicals
An ear to the wall all I hear is the mating calls
Echoing down the valley mall
Becoming a part of me
I like to pretend I have a really talented friend who recorded this album as a gift. That's what it feels like; a gift from a stupidly close friend. sherryking