The New Tomorrow
TIMBER TIMBRE · Hot Dreams 2014 · Track 07 of 08
Clairvoyant divination A hoax no one could write Absorbing information Sleeping on Bibles at night Edgar never took a dollar In loosening his collar In a state of self-hypnosis He makes his diagnosis
Yes, we see the body of my love Oh, my love
Christian mystic, x-ray vision A trance by graded mind His eyelids start to flutter Richter hit that spanning time A moonlighting photographer Gladys Davis, his stenographer He dreamt a world war fire Dreamt a river of Sahara
Yes, we see the body Yes, we see the body of my love Oh, my love