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Beady Eyes on the Horizon

There's a dead man hanging, slumped over the steering wheel of an interstate

Runaway bursting into flames

And the devil was gently breathing, sleeping face-down in my

Apartment, and like all his friends I'm growing tired of his games...And there's a homeless man arranging his hands, grooving to the beat

Radiating from a police scanner, who said "The air was feeling good to

Me, just as cool and ripe as air can be," and a woman who sincerely

Believes in UFOs and who can blame her when the stars are hanging

Overhead, dangling by a thread, floating ten thousand feet off the ground...(This was a story told to me when I was just the age of 17, one which

God himself dictated to me, he said, "This is how all this shits gonna

Be when I blow your little planet into smithereens." It haunted my

Dreams like an accident on reply on a TV screen.)She sees faces in her dreams--strange machines she'd never seen

Blueprints of submarines to reassemble in a time of dire need

And there were preachers in the desert, waving to the crowd

Dictating seven angry letters from a man up in the cloudsAnd there were 27 soldiers telling 27 lies

And a hole inside a hurricane with a pair of beady eyes

A pair of beady eyes looking down onto the pavement while the stars are gathered 'round

Because they all will want a front seat when shit starts going down

Because the sun is just a supernova turned the other way around!There were strangers in the subway and men in limousines making deals and

Swapping photographs of cans of gasoline, and there are no angels in the woodwork

Or devils on the ground, and they are looking through a hurricane's tectonic wall of

Sound and a man who smokes his cigarettes the other way around and she is looking

In behind him from inside a wall of sound and she is dancing with the neon because

The air is feeling good against her arms and legs and fingertips are measuring the

Distance in the spaces in between me and you and all your friends when there's no

Time to load a weapon and no time to make amends and people frozen in their tracks

Staring at the sky at a hole inside a hurricane revealing...A pair of beady eyes!

A pair of beady eyes looking down onto the pavement while the stars are gathered 'round

Because they all will want a front seat when shit starts going down

Because the sun is just a supernova turned the other way around!This is not a test, this is the real thing...

This is not a test, this is the real thing...

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