Decoder Ring

I couldn’t wait for it to go on sale
Caught a cormorant with a scissor tail
And then I dressed him up in a bolo tie and told him
“Best go West boy, with them laser eyes”
Then we burnt it up just like an offering
With your vampire teeth, boy
And your decoder ring from a cereal box up on a Saturday
That brand of bliss that requires AAs

I had to stop editing myself; like constantly calibrating

Gotta reinvent, like in a Ram Dass way
Tie this ratking nest of thinning Swedish roots up in a pile of fishtail braids
String these wasted arms up in a million beads
And explode the faith the fuck up out a mustard seed

So we cut the tape and I master it
And we send it to some label cats down in Mississipp
Of course they pass on it ‘cause they’re good businessmen
But I’m not one yet and so we try again
(and again)

Should I crumble or commit myself
Either way
Buy my records please

I’m moving to the forest
I’m over it with inboxes
Anyway, congratulations on your successful exorcism
I mean it!