FloriDada

Child

of limousines

What’s the best place

That you have seen

all of the hands

That you have shook

Home of the queen of everything fancy

Is there a smell

That you can tell

gives you some peace

sends you to hell

all of the beds

That you have yearned

Is there a dream to

where you’d return

Where is the plight

With the most stars

Where do you drink

By Echo guitars

What’s the best shore

Seen from a boat

Miniature heads that

color the shore line

If you could rest

A minute to tell

Get me some grass

Iridescent shells

I know there’s a nest

Fit with a hatch

Sunset a glowin’

Makes us all sweaty

I don’t even know where to begin

or how I should start these days.

The green mountain south or

The Clay of the westerns

The Maryland meadows at midnight they do have a misty grace

Take a trip to blue bayou

Find Roy Orbison cryin’

A continent molded from glass

or maybe a town I can taste. Dresses that glow on

girls from Barcelona

I wanna discover the key

And open the everywhere place

A mix of sky from Montana

dipped in FloriDada

FloriDada

Old

demented men

Where is the place

We can extend

Crooked state lines

Polka dot signs

Say that this place is

a state of mind

Pretty lip girls

Paint me the halls

Not on a street

Not near a mall

Raise me a thumb

From human skin

That isn’t judged by

where it begins

Show me the clams

Show me the pearls

Mail me a note

Sent from a world

That isn’t so far

And always right here

Where all the boundaries

Have disappeared

And all the nights

Are stitched with a glue

That’s sticking to me

And I’ll stick to you

I’ll take your hands

You’ll take my face

And everywhere home will

be a good place

I found myself there a collagin’

With all of the human race

A dancer from Ghana

smiling in Tijuana

I Frankenstein java with touches of Prada

and corn on the plates

A smear of gardenia

in the fair hair of sweden

And maybe I actually visited

some sort of mythical place

Or was it a future

connected by sutures

Oh let’s go get lost in the image

I made of the everywhere place

I see the lads from Osaka

dyed in FloriDada

FloriDada

Where’s the bridge that’s gonna take me home

the bridge that someone’s fighting over

a bridge that someone’s paying for

a bridge so old just let it go