“Your effort to remain what you are is what limits you.” – Puppet Master
The Occam’s Razor Song (working title)
by Panda Sanchez
Lyrics by Tayne Kim, 2003/2012
Little thoughts they
Dance across the night to bleed me
Occam’s razor come
Your neon faith’s been saved from
All the fossil fumes we baked-on
The bridge between the hills of snow
Blows up our membranes slowly
Digesting all obstructions
Revives the waking corpse
She laughs and says to you
…
O, nomine patri i ire / i non timere
O, ego volabant, dea matrona
Red regrets fall
From a broken bathtub singing
Songs of my demise
Raspy cadillacs crawl
Down a dusty road and back from
Someone’s house in south Ocal
We’ll steal the liquorish factory sod
And taking dirty mouths for god’s
Feed our innocent delights
Lights we found before in a bar.
…
Run away my little girl, Baltimore may find you by the morning.
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