I have no service
Riding back left
Thru the rain
Our van/magic bus
Is yellow
The wipers battling rain as grey covers everything
Even the green fields now yellow from cold
Even the sleepers twitching in dreams
Even road signs and cars passing thru oblivio. Passing
Spinning wheels on the way to the nucleus
Dogma burst horn thrusts the programming of mind
Play the guitar
Eat a biscuit
Watch this life zoom thru you
Unstoppable by rain or heat or voices of dissent
Or angry women
Or bats wishing they were vampires
This life lives thru you as much as you live thru it
Try to avoid starting wars and unite with the witness

I have no service
Just a black seat against my knees
And a too busy head whipping tirades of despair
And why shouldn't I know
No one cares
People envy yer willingness to live
To lead
To take a beating
To give something more
To push the form
So that others may receive glory
After yer throat has been cut and yer creations pissed on

And yet to make it
All the way back to the time when as a child
You observed yerself from a place way up in the sky
When you realized that you were not you but rather some kinda myth or fabrication going thru stations
To help oblivion along with her cause
I have no service
I had no service then
But for a moment I found freedom
And now here I find it again
A vehicle I. A vehicle
A dream withdrawing into itself
Condensing consciousness into form and bleeding sex thru glass eyes and propane
And think of the dream of Jesus
(I have no service)
The epic size of what he imagined
How could something so big be so real and live forever?
What have we done to deserve this?
Maybe all our dreams are that epic
Or maybe we are bored with no service riding in a van thru the rain of grey takeover

All the trees are bare
I wish I could talk to Jesus right now
And not as prayer or in my mind
But brother to real brother
I would ask him
To make his dream mine
And then I would try and disappear