Sit mix and get lost in a world

Of sirens beeps and chirps and chimes

Windowsill color wheel of fifths

On lemon paper

Blue ink on print Yves Saint Laurent

At Dior's funeral

I feel like I know him

Oooooo

All in all I'm in all black again

Staring out at a plate rose too far left

It got dark at six fifteen tonight

I watched treetops distant red brake lights

Up power line trail to east side peak

Boys run through gap in

Bruuuuusshh

Isn't it beautiful wow I heard him say

Like a cartoon

I feel like I know him

I crushed up the pistil in between

My thumb and index finger

I left the window open when I parked

At immersive vista

Oooooo

I heard the moans from behind the windowpane

I inhaled once and twice the gasp of thyme

Yo La Tengo carried me home in good spirits

Good spirits

Good spirits

Good spirits

Good spirits

Good spirits!

Its a history of care but there's no relief

There's no relief

And I'm worried

I'm worrr ieeeed

I can't think straight

It's a heritage of comfort

It's a heritage of comfort

But this lessens nothing

And I'm getting nowhere

And the Korg's body is silver

And the synth's body is silver

And the USB-C male to USB-2 female is silver

And the power cord is white

And the power cord

It's the only time I ignore the ache

When I'm sitting mixing

Lost in a world of noises

Lost in a world of screaming

Ignore please the drums switch

A farewell to hopeful days

Wrapped in porcelain

Wisdom worshiped

Squirming condemnation

I'm saved

Yeah yeah yeah yeeaaahhhhh

I could only ever pray for goals and good spirits

Good spirits!