LYRICS BORN: Cheyenne! Look At What The Liquor Brings About / Throw Out



The Magic Basket Full Of Wires And Let Them Flail All On The Ground./ Why



Do They Love It So?/Hatched Seeds Of Light Supported By Light Seaward



Breezes / And We See These Orbs In A Car Chase Of Sorts / Absorbs Sweet



Lorraine And Her Dolly On The Front Porch And It Escorts Them Into/ Deep



Dark Space Around Taurus / And The Mormons Can't Explain The Stars



Reflectin' In Her Corneas. / It Makes They Hearts Beat Hard Against They



Corsets Which / Bops They Lockets Up Against They Foreheads, And--/ Who Was



It That Sent This Little Girl's Mind Up Into Orbit? / She Had To Forfeit



Little Dolly While In Space So That She Could Touch The Stars Like Torches.



/ Privately, We Recorded Her, / Intimately, Yes! We Courted Her With-- /



"Miss Cinnamon Tea, Please Rest Your Itty Bitty Palms In My--/



Incandescently Glowing Hands And Infinitely, / We Will Explore Your



Inquisitive Tendencies; / The Intrinsic And The Explicit, / We Won't



Inhibit Any Of Your Inquiry, / But First The Fire Must Be Met Then Quenched



By You Candidly And Randomly Venting Any / Thoughts, Memories, Anything! /



It's Time For You To Start Channeling What You've Been Gathering!" / So We



Left Gravity, / Instantly Engulfing Lorraine In A Shimmering Cavity Then, /



Flattening Like An Elasticine Band That Stretches And Contorts, / And Then



I'd Widen Like The Space Highway Spiraling Sideways, Contract And Dilate,/



Then Straighten Up At 100 Mph Then Fall On Myself In Layers Like A



Thickened Band Of Taffy, / Assuming Every Length And Shape Imaginable, /



Then I Catapulted Lorraine And Her Stuffed Animal Into Still Deeper Space,



/ But Fathoming What I Had Actually Done And Her Pace Increasing Rapidly, /



I Shot Out Like A Javelin After Her Screams, / First Matching Her Speed,



Then Surpassing H