Translation #6 (Music & Lyrics by Bill Carrasco) It’s so good to be here today I’m glad I decided to stay I fold a map into a line Unfold a tree and start to climb It’s so good to be here outside Pulling pockets from my mind There’s a semiotic in my blood Translating dreams into neighborhoods I haven’t been here in so long Guess I’ll write another song There’s a box of poems under my bed Playing mind games with the dead But not for long And I slowly walk away I got what I wanted It’ll never be the same I got what I wanted My stomach’s rising To the ceiling I’m feeling happy All round me There’s a goddess in the sky swinging in a hammock smoking me in her pipe She’s wearing bracelets of water on her ankles and a necklace made of eyes I’m a light in cold water Melting rivers into sighs All my philosophies improvised My eyes are burning flowers My heart is heavy as a cloud It’s getting better each time around

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