And blinded by the light

And blinded by the light / strobe flicker / floor licker as yr down in lock tin groove click just to start / deep deep deep flow and harm comes in your heart / the sights the white heat of lost youth / the beat through yr stomach eyelids feet wrists and tongue all at once / the harmony of each on the floor pulsating as one fuel sick mass / and happy / and the lost it makes us happy / not what's here but what's been left behind while we grind down into each other's memory hearts / this night this structure / hot magnetic wet collision / mouths moving behind the rhythm but perfectly attuned and the motion's the same just out of step /

And she's here in all her forms / the magnitude overbearing and eager to destroy / but only so she can love you back together again / collect up each piece of your mind strewn in the seven corners and slam them back together in her moist palms / making shapes / making angels bow and pass from below / we're all locked in and caged and blissful / romantically dusted and drenched in smoke and sweat and testosterone / the groan of the fans overhead struggling to force the stale air round again and again / like the music round repetitive / locked in carving trails out in our logic / no deeper / but not carving new routes just uncovering those etched years before and laying dormant /

So how can we recover and climb back on the joy transport / I stumble as I sing tunes backwards / I forgot I knew them so well / but I'm singing the melodies and the beats not actual words / just mouthing / it's our language / the one we created to bond to each other like sweet toxic honey / no we're up for air and dripping gasping / we forget and it makes better / makes it more unsettling because of the time lapse / but we're stitched on cued in slipped in / and ever will be / it's not about learning anew it's about uncovering what we've always had / and that includes the sadness / the low moan and slumber and enough to coat the moon with / but tonight we don't wear that tattered straitjacket any more / just for tonight she's mine and with me and in me and just me and I don't remember so well because I don't let myself /

Haul up and dig down into your deepest / don't let yourself go in case you don't back or lose your safety cage and have to re-weld yourself together after / there's frosted layers across my face and hers and his and theirs and all of us beginning to drown again into the night like we used to / praying to the same leader and messiah / wishing we could never leave again / wishing we had just been born right here in this room and didn't know a world outside / and hiding in our joy and blinded by the pure rhythmic amnesia / please don't drop me now / let me stay in here with them and me and I feel myself slipping from this temporary reality again / back to the dark truth that I can not and I have not and I am only / this is jargon to the tongue and helpless and /

When I wake I'm still in the same dream and all my friends are there holding each other like delirious children in midsummer / dancing and spinning and you see the joy of loss on their faces / again that leaving behind of days gone and outside / the surgery is completed here but won't last forever / we can not live like this can we?

Hopeful ever coated / slick yet sticky / keeping our eyelids in and out of focus / pink light indiscernible from blue light and red light always the way home / how many layers to unload before the reality is laid bare / it doesn't matter here tonight and now and keep them coming and keep me moving / send me dazing / speakers chewing up melodies and itchy restless harsh force molitone deliria down hunk slip beat / hit hit hit hit / down turn in and grip like I'm dying / drilling my head and through each limb / the numbness but we keep on we stumble but beat harder and smooth late light wins / continuous yet amorphic / dive and lithe and turn and amnesia again what happened then the speakers glistening / the fans still whirring and glitter dripping down our fingers / scoop me up in your harmonic arms and lead me round / and pound my head with blue hot love / and smother me but keep me ears clear to ingest this beautiful pulsation / in synaesthesia we begin to make sense of each other and fallen and opening channels and ripping our elements apart with the insistence of razor jackals / keep on busy / keep on dancing / this is not designed to end just to loop and loop and slowly mutate each moment in to one more mythical and significant than the last / passing still lower and further in / my stomach filled my legs heavy but twitching and flitching like I'm 3 years old and can't walk can only bounce along / keep on busy / when and when and how and switch off switch off switch off switch off / need to breathe / the rhythms switch but still drive us on / a new wave a penitence for the shallow skim of the previous / and yeh the music reaches in and devours us from inside / ankles first then lungs then eyes then mind / loop and glinting / keep up / take me for it / make me live it for tonight and every night / and yeh the music reaches in and makes me want it / onetwothreefour / more like I like threefivesevennine cos it rhymes better /

She's in and lost and yeh we know nothing of each other beyond our knees and don't need to now / it's all a mystical cacophony / one day this will be my own and yet it is / it was / I'm back to reclaim the T's of old again / they've always been mine from the moment I first heard them and re-programmed them in my own skin colour and my own brain tone / people like to do this to make it more personal / and there's cameras shuttering next to my left ear and flashes through my lashes ha / full torrent / like rivers washing away to our home seas / from whence we came / the cymbal click tis pash / and passion writhes around and shoots through us chest height / backs arched / saliva gushing down our throats in reverse / and there's those cameras / our inner shutters blinking frenetically to close down this experience in minitum depth and accuracy so we can relive when we go back to other lanes /

And other pains and jangles and less of this full on force hit face blast melt limbs / each a little disconnected and fractured like the beats are fractured / I can hear at least fourteen layers of melody and feel another seventeen / and that's all we need / hit back / hit back / and rise again and low and low and skim over like I'm outer now and rising over viewing spew degenerated and yet an evolved pulse of human origin but way gone and that's all we need / keep it coming and keep my body singing til its throat's ripped up and bleeding and splattered out on the floor amongst the mirrors and pools of edges / and hit back hit back / keep me here where did you go how could I lose you / like I lost my own sister and brother at once and that's all we need / come close to my mouth and hear the temperature of me dissolving into this night and frighten me by threatening to slice out my senses and dowsing them in kerosene / there's rattling now as I'm unsure / moral click in volcano blusher / she should know better / slim line streaks / blond hard / turbulence and torrents / where's my boy gone down there in the darkness / why won't he move with us and feel our language / she knows it he knows it / they're all feeling with a thousand elements and there's those lids and there's the deepest little bass you ever heard / and we all stop and the chaos clatters on and there's glass for eyes and splinters and bursting lungs and fire beneath our lucid skip switch feet / and I can never tire of this / see you here again in your next life you sweet sweet pretty troubadours //