(Thurston)



flipped on my perceptik cogs

checked in with the future gods

for melodies of bees and hogs

start my day the perfect way



burned a batch of mazzy funk

poor girl noise and choke style punk

clapped it on and off I slunk

to the streamXsonik subway



first I need my iris scanned

as I smell the breeze of electric tin

w purple lights i'm motioned in

wink the gain to minus 10



fell asleep and missed my stop

got rousted by a low-beam cop

got a ticket-patch for illicit flop

then froze me with his jesus gun



that don1t mean i'm shot down yet

the glow below of the whisper jet

it all means so much to us

we dream below the rainbows rust



clipped on my streetmatik clogs

pushed thru the hyped-out fervent fogs

found my way with sensoid jogs

new radio structure



state my name and locus frame

paid the price for crashing fame

the apprentice sparks his initial flame

the printout signs says