Yea

[Frosty da snowman]

dreaming in this fuck u atmosphere
somber tides of other murders lapping strange patterns at your feet
just feeling that sand thang
no one hides here like u do
little child fool in the doorway
bleeding heart liberals wet dream
sack cloth savior at noon
drummer boy solider on the tv screen
we’ve all been to that place man
lonely beach walk
4:am empty downtown feel
yea that silence thing
needing those beats
feeling that treble
digging that Styrofoam eggshell harmony
yea you like enchanted vocal thing
seeing that sunset
orange flower bird in the sky
burning reflection in the corner
summer in a second
yea that romance thing
the in out rush
cool then warm
tongue, lips, and teeth
yea that whole breathing thing
the heartbeat timing
up down spinning motion
yellow moon white stars
and black crystal seas
warm water late night floating
yea that infinite moment thing
so I got this jazz right
I got this be bop type finger snap rhythm in my head
so I got this smile right
I got this little angel crooning platitudes on my shoulder
so I got this need right
I got this strange little monkey on my back
so I got this dream right
I got this image going round round in my eyes
so I got this feeling right
I got a tickle laugh thing going
so I got this joke right
so I got this
yea I dig this life thing