Airwaves (4-Track)

Strange how the scale forms
in tiny patterns
on my antenna
when the Five O'Clock Show,
hello hello...
Brooklyn is crawling
with famous people
I turn my vehicle beneath the river West from South

Through the airwaves
people never read the airwaves
do we only feed the airwaves
or stamp them out of street level
the dampness of the wind the airwaves
the tension of the skin the airwaves
I really should have seen through the airwaves.

Electric fences
line our new freeway
here in the half-light,
the motorhomes leave
knee-deep in water
under a pylon
how slow my heartbeat
how thin the air I'm breathing in


Control has enabled
the abandoned wires again but
the copper cables
all rust in the acid rain
if you incorporate
elements of that combustion
cabled them to me..
cabled them to me..
cabled them to me..

Be in my broadcast
when this is over
give me your shoulder
I need a place to
wait for morning.
No it was nothing
some car backfiring
please don't ask questions
I itch all over let me sleep.

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