Brighten the corners,

Shady Lane

You forgot it in people

A fading frontier 

At war with the mystics

We have amnesia sometimes

 

Dear catastrophe waitress,

Girls in peacetime want to dance

 

It's a dance revolution

Can't hardly wait

 

My pride and joy, et cetera

Paint-spattered, beaming

I am universal

 

I go to seek a great perhaps