CHORUS:

This is a novel of Rebecceth and Angstrom

a story of a novel, that's the perfect description of 'em

this is a ressurection, this is a mass ascention

this is a merger of a pair of eyes, a pair of eyes,

a girl and a guy



Strolling liquid mountain pile of consciousness

a world of listlessness is all we ever asked for

rolling down a fine collection of lucky charms

my horseshoe's gone rusty, my clover has lost its leaves

Pages fall from trees in bundles, 'n look like leaves

typewriter's movements are too slow

punctuation is a great idea when you're a

pair of writers in a canyon lounge



CHORUS



Strolling liquid mountain pile of consciousness

to stop this list would be a crime of second nature

radiate these words in circular friendship

who is it coming from tonight?



CHORUS