by Glen Sheppard
I stand tall and proud, looking down over the ages
Don’t know the wonders I have seen
Many people worship me / but the truth is I’m just a piece of work.
Groups adore me, that confuses me because I’m a piece of wood.
Somebody lovingly carves me into a head, but I am still just a piece of wood.
It’s great to be adored when your disguised / dressed up as a piece of wood.
It tells how we can get conned.
Dress me up / adore me
I’m still just a piece of wood.
by Mike Russell
It’s only a little space / Somewhere in between waking and sleeping
somewhere in the little moment / between eating and drinking
I try a little space between walking and rocking.
A minute into space between sneaking and freaking / a molecular moment between trying and doing
but somewhere in there is a controlling dream that keeps us alive
… Autism dreaming…