Feeling New York

Brush through my hair

We fall for East Village

But we're insincere

Aren't we. Aren't we

For we find no meaning

In this post-modern scene

They thought times were a changing

But now that's some

Hippie dream. Hippie dream

And I'm watching Orion reach out from the shore

I hate his still hourglass for shifting

After I'm gone

'Cause time sticks to me, leaves me dead on the floor

My grave set among many

A boy lost in the belly of the world

Did it ever seem strange

When we would say, hey

Life ain't worth living

'Cause we know that

Death leads to zeros

Or infinities

And that's scary

Simple but scary, simple but scary

Ain't that contrary

Then life is the party

It is

Everyone knows

These fake hipsters know

It's like St. George is here

But their dragons just want to keep sleeping

Saw Ginsberg beset in the corner market

We can't face our death so we

Can't mine our lives of meaning

And I'm watching Orion reach out from the shore

I hate his still hourglass for shifting

After I'm gone

'Cause time sticks to me, leaves me dead on the floor

My grave set among many

A boy lost in the belly of the world

Does it ever seem strange

That we keep laughing and it never gets boring

Keep on the laughing, the crying, the screaming

And it never gets boring

When we're stuck in the feeling

A bit all-consuming

And in that there's meaning

There's all the meaning

There's all my meaning

For I am the rapture, I am the reaper, I am the ether

And I'm the seer. For I am the ether, I am the ether

And there is no time

Feeling New York

Brush through my hair

We fall for East Village

But we're insincere

Aren't we. Aren't we