ElectricUnder the radiant dust,we dream of perfection;the ones living and dying, live for the test!Sheep for the men who dream of them,and electric sheep for the rest.
By the Lemonade BoothIt's the joyful time again, my darling;to tango with the sun!In the times of sweet vermouth; I whisper:"Come closer, let us share the scentthe scent of dandelions and that lemonade booth!"We are the blooming children of Duluth; you sing:"And maybe later, we'll search for that fountain of youth."
WhitenessUp and under, her whimsical thoughts flew fast;words like fluttering butterflies, a purity she has."Fall leaves after leaves fall," she called,"and the rain of snow clears our past."
Purple RainCountless steps ago,a sworn promise was vividly his;Nurtured by the king, the queen,it served her only wish.Countless nightly walks ago,a fair flower she was, his black rose;To grow to be a noble poetmust one go through an influx of prose.And countless pages agowas a blue-eyed novice of a writer;Now for art she emerges,with stories of purple rain,and a heart fit for a fighter.
A Sparrow's WayA birdsong reverberates,as one girl of peculiaritymounts over one gate;The angels will look after her.A lonely door bemoans,as one girl looks for a storyin one lonely house;The angels will look after her.A birdsong silences,as one girl finds her story,her adventure has started;The angels are coming.Not a blackbird, nor a waxwingis here to congratulate;As one girl finds her namewritten on the wall of lost ages.Beware the angels, Sally, it readsas one Sparrow skedaddles.