II. Solar System
The Microphones
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Oh, a ball
I am a ball
A ball of fire
Oh, no! I am lacking
I want what I see
You, Fireball, have rolled away
And shaded valleys
So here I am in the creekbed
So here I feel my way, in the dark
What wonder? What treasure map?
What breaking of day?
What stream used to flow here?
And now what dusty decay!
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Let the flash flood begin!
Wash me down the canyon!
Quicksand pull me in!
Blow over me, Solar Wind
You're vultures in trees
I know you're out there
You're lanterns on lakes
I know you're out there
You're soccer balls on knees
Through your skirt I see
Your legs gracefully
I know you're out there
You're swaying and pleased
I know you're out there
You're vultures in trees
I know you're out there
In mountainous peaks
Don't let gravity win
Blow on me, Solar Wind