ANGE’S SONG

Oh baby the ceiling is a cherry tree

the fall from the couch enlightening

just another thing that’s been bothering me

the radiator feels cold when you grip it

somewhere a landlord is laughing

I can’t wait for the reruns to end

as another new bar in the basement

whets the scum of the coming skyscraper

skyscraper

seedy is relative

anarchy is pointless

terror is a way of life

the cold war is over

it’s time for hot wars in blue states

freedom is freedom to sleep in, of movement

in the still of the night I say big bang

you say god exploded

god exploded