So I heard you went
outlaw that one time
back in the day

People said he didn't give a shit
road too fast
didn't like commitment
(all lies)

They didn't know he dreamed
of Proustian masterpieces
or the conversations we had
on the trains back from Brooklyn

Cool
Vortext (of my)
Nowness

Seems
locked inside a paradigm
she doesn't know
exists

I feel better in leather
Ink all weathered in
Dreams tattooed into
Skin.

(she burned like oil
Smoked into
Bones of
Machine)

You don't have to,
you don't have to
Sleep inside the structures
(dream inside the machine)

Explode into now with
Such ferocity
(all nows become your
Now)

for so long in
eternal bliss

fire cleanse of nighttime
lifetimes lost in
darkness of a sky filled with
time travel

The light years between us
vanish when we are
both in the sacred space
of our
own hearts

There are different
kinds of wealth

you could be sharing all
your love

Motor Cycle
(symbol/freedom)

Painful machine
closer to god

cannot seprate
soul from oil

Hot metal disintegrates fear
I'm sorry I love you so much
know it's wrong to be
so free for so long

all our ashes

Free my soul
of everything that's
held me back

Live the ultra life
freer than freedom

Road
whores for knowledge
empty clean
dirty

sense somethin in my bones
about you crazy night owl

through the drunken Christmans carols
and fiery Sag' tales
(somewhere down in the desert

you were meant to be free for
me)

Let go of what we
are so wrapped around

(beautiful machines obscure
materialistic lust to own each other)

Spiritual possesions weigh heavy like
our offspring and ancestors

We are free beyond thought
touch
sensations

Throw away your
gods