A Solice Reminder of a Trip Out the Window

It's always happening the same,
I guess the way fated upon the stars
An Irish immigrant treated like a black man
no offense to either

A solice reminder

of meandering in sunlight

born from a drunken pledge

to almighty spirit Geia, Jezebel

and always to be affiliated with the moon.

Pan

And so it's begun

the Eiffel tower is leaning like Pisa

for me, it's tilting like a pinball game

that you just knocked or kicked

or maybe threw out the fucking window

threw you out the fucking window

My lines are interrupted by lines...