Look, the birds are
breathing
On a tree so red.
Do-dot dot-do dot-dot dot-do
From my bamboo bed.
And look, the bees are flying
From a tree so new.
Do-dot dot-do dot-dot dot-do
From my bed of flu(es).
Aren't they wild?
Aren't they mild?
Yeah, they glow like neons,
(America/A miracle) lives in dreams
Imbued in the Philippines
(With/By) television. |
Technology, cable TV,
Hollywood corporate utopias, et al, have all
brought such beauty into the world. And yet also
such threats as only sci-fi and environmentalists
have the ability to imagine. |