Starpainters rant


Starpainters as performed in Atlanta on October 31, 1998

The myth is neither here nor there
From the air
It's just a blue-lake stain
Of green and purified and parcelled squares
A crazy quilt of spearmint, mustard, and honeytone
Scuffed up kitchen floor
Tiles on top of bones
With a big trap door
Yeah, towns down, diagonal lines
They disappear, they drop out of sight
Into the night beneath the country lights
Underneath the grit and glare
Into unfettered nothingness
Into Thin Air

As herds of clouds lazily graze
On thermal sighs of delight
The shadows pool, the chrome is cool
And everything gets day for night

The starpainters are taking over now
Yeah, their scaffolding is in its place
Your anaesthesiologist tonight is washing up and
She's on her way