Memory that unfamiliar echo
Broad spectrum sliced into a rainbow
The here and now become a fading signal
The analog life begets the digital
And sometimes I think too much of the noise is lost
Since only the shattered pieces of the mirror are reflecting
And something about the wiring is a bit too lossy
Since I always remember the thought but never the thinking
So when you cross the same old street
You better make sure you move your feet
Because you might get hit crossing the way
And remember something that happened today
-Uberfetus, 1999
March chokes April
And I choke the throttle
The memory chokes Mary
And Mary chokes the bottle
Blue always wanted to die on a Saturday)
Yellow didn't find the car till mid-May)
Brown said the front half was buried in mud)
Red threw up because of all that blood)
I choke on the silence
And Mary chokes up
And Phil chokes on his vomit
While driving his truck
-Uberfetus, 2001