It′s one hazy panoply

Recount this halcyon age

I turn to AnthonyWhen he turned to Karleinz and Cage

But no one's really there

Does that mean it′s done in vain?

If no one really cares

I'm back to acting strange

Like Daniel Johnston in Texas

At some point in the '80s

Passing out his cassettes with

The j-card that he drew, oh, did he ever expect it?

I guess it′s just what happens

When the music′s a respite

The world is so appalling

And you come to detest it

And you could say that I was nervous then

Fairly awkward now

Leave the speakers loud

When you feel self-doubt

If there's any chance

That we′d still hang out

We could detail dreams

While we stare at passing clouds

Those modal masterworks

Atonal oeuvres it seems

When I ask afterwards

All message lost in between

The shifting aperture

Depicting sun-soaked scenes

I guess they resonate

That's universal consciousness

Take two of ascension

The Shape of Jazz to Come and Laurie Spiegal′s inventions

O'Rourke or Zorn and Oliveros all deserve mention

You′re dancing in a room and no one's paying attention

Addressing my reception with a focused eye

To the passing clouds

I'll be there for you

When you′re feeling down

Any given day

You can find me ′round

In a despondent way

In a study best called brown