Angeles

Angeles

There is a crest for birds that dream

And sing a white noise song

Beneath their helicopter wings

And autumn trees.

Your Mama

She was a psychoanalyst

Until she egged my car

And then she was my nemesis

Forever miss

I've been driving through darkness

Through the smoke and fire on the ground

Rising like a phoenix or a bird of paradise

Angeles

Angeles

Ambulance

You drove an ambulance in my dream

The sire in my skull

Went wobbling across the street

Beneath my feet

You gotta

Gotta look the beast right in the eyes

Until you see yourself

And all that you could never be

But only see

Even though I've been lonely

I'll still hover 'round, if I can

Singing songs a bird might sing in a photograph

Angeles

Angeles