Big flashy waiting in a sad café
walls of the universe begin to shake
sitting in the dark in a hard hotel
the pale moon rising from the top of the hill
the pale moon rising from the top of the hill

Black hole sucking up the ol' blue moon
while the stars realign and the band plays loose
and the saxaphone player with the ultra sheen
he falls off the stage like you fall in a dream
he falls off the stage like you fall in a dream

Scotch and soda, god and dada blonde ennui
rock star shouting "immortality"
gestalt anesthetic cinematic zen
he knows he's going sometime
but he don't know when
he knows he's going sometime
but he don't know when

Radio love songs playing everywhere
love's not the feeling that's filling up the air
to a television laugh track serenade
but there ain't no crowd at the soft parade
and there ain't no crowd at the soft parade


Mo Digliani