A Song About Camping - Make Believe

The tremolo of insects cuts the canyon’s furrowed brow

Cloud armada swarms in morning

Through the night it kept a good eye on me

Clocks in morning cliff morning cloud

Everyone i’ve ever seen naked, I remember all at once

How any woman dared how do me

Strobes in naked ache and buzz

The clouds come whisper in my ear

The angels each play an angle

The angels circle back to say

«keep an eye out for the clouds today»

The clouds are only the front lines for UFO field patrol

But what I don’t let the angels know is I’m in cahoots with the UFOs

Ever since the mothership headquarter’s sun confided in me: I am one

The rivers constant exhale while cliffs cut blacker against black

Fade into flared salmon meat landscape

When the big siren in the sky arrives

And I see the river’s flow the opposite way

Then I’d been hearing it all night