Like so many before I make you
incorrigible
like so many before I saved you
for rapture in the deep
and so I saved myself
I take you to book
Heartbeat
from above
heart
beat from above
One in the box and one in the bush
I’m kneeling down to smoke the cross
If ever I needed satisfaction
If ever you’d go
the wrecks
then I’d open it up
and run right through the door
I'd run right through that door
The flowers of night
seek nothing
from the light
I was just fascinated
I was just mystified
Shamen Ra Gutta Hai Hai
Like so many before I crave you
Like so many before I play the wind up
beyond the life he leads
she's psychic sourcing off the grid
evolving & revolving ahead
in mass production now we're dreaming softly
Heartbeat
from above
Heart beat from above
star crossed evenings wherein we fly
open to anticipation
open to intrusion
if ever I needed satisfaction
and if ever then
you’d go the wrecks
then I’d open it up
and run right through the door I’d run right through that door
the flowers of night
seek nothing from the light
It was just enigmatic
I was just fascinated
Shamen Ra Gutta Hai Hai
Like so many before I invent you
like so many before I walk in tribes
that spread out in relief
so that I can reveal myself
Heartbeat
from above
Heart beat from above
Trans lux speed trials
build momentum fevers pitch
dark sweet taboos
of profoundly elegant devise
if ever I needed satisfaction
if ever then you’d go the wrecks
then I’d open it up
and run right through the door
the flowers of light
turn to roses in the night
I was just fascinated
I've become transfixed
Shamen Ra Gutta Hai Hai!
Like so many before I am obcession
like so many before I am cool growling
in ritual I am potentate
angel and devil
am I exhorcism or celebration of the bells?
I take you to learn
Heartbeat from above
Heart
beat from above
Twelve tolls
in motion alert around the clock
on a bed of belief
I kiss your head
incandescent in every measure
of everyday
if ever I needed satisfaction
and if ever you’d go the wrecks
then I’d open it up
THEN I’d open it up
and RUN right through the door
I’d run right through that door
the flowers of night
seek nothing from the light
I was just fascinated
I was just fascinated
Shamen Ra Gutta Hai Hai!

© Bri Whitney 2006