Mortaljive: The Rest is Silence

There is no still point in all the Universe, and that is the rock upon which I stand

Monday, June 18, 2012

flying in utah


i was racing the mountains
down to the sea
i was racing the shadows
that wont let me be
i was flying in utah
i was flying in utah
until the flying stopped

i was howling in zion
i was rocking the walls
the echoes were concussions
we made after the fall
i was flying in utah
i was flying in utah
now i ain't flying at all

flying in utah
flying above
flying in utah
i was flying in love

i was burning the desert
i was freezing the rocks
i was laughing like father time
i was breaking the clocks
i was flying in utah
i was flying in utah
until the flying stopped

i was dancing to denver
i was running to spain
i was climbing the purple mountains
i was a god insane
i was flying in utah
i was flying in utah
and now...i ain't flying at all


flying in utah
flying above
flying in utah
i was flying in love

there are jinn in the desert
there are shamans at night
they cross like broken hosts
they are a troublesome sight
i was flying in utah
i was flying in utah
come fly with me tonight...

(softly)

i was racing the mountains
down to the sea
i was racing the shadows
that wont let me be
i was flying in utah
i was flying in utah
until the flying stopped


flying in utah
flying above
flying in utah
i was flying in love



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Image taken in Zion, Utah in September, 2006

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1 Comments:

At 9:52 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Good stuff.

 

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