tathagata
moon shine
shine
like a crisp ten dollar
BILL
BILL
me later
on the prairie
right now I'm dancing

IT's the Lindy
no the country swing

ryhmin to die
aint no never mind
smells like brownies
dammit
I'm hungry
blowed that boys head off
for stealing a pie

tathagata ain't home right now
he's um on third
level
ladies lingerie

I always wanted to yell that in the crowded elevator
Tathagata aint home right now
you best cleeeeaaaar outttttttttttttttttt

saying like the night
was your friend
and you had a brassiere on your head

with a morning hiccup
and starched knee joints
barreling through the
down lownsome and thinking
stuff