Feb 12 2010

Death Of A Martian #11

Bear paws and rascal power
Watching us in your garage
Big girl you ate the neighbor
The nova is over
Wake up and play
Make room for Clara’s bare feet
The love of a Martian

Tick tock and waiting for the meteor
This clock is opening another door

Lots of love just keep it comin’
Making something out of nothin’
These are the best that I
I don’t know how to say
Losin’ what I love today
These are the best that I
Lots of love just keep it comin’
Making something out of nothin’
These are the best that I
I don’t know what to say
Look at what I lost today
These are the things that I

Blood flowers in the kitchen
Signing off and winding down
The Martian ends her mission
The nova is over
She caught the ball
By the mission bell
Chase lizards bark at donkeys
The love of a Martian

Let’s bow our heads
And let the trumpets blow
Our girl is gone
God bless her little soul

She’s got sword in case tho this is not her lord in case the one who can’t afford to face her image is restored to grace. Disappeared. No trace. Musky tears. Suitcase. The down turn brave little burncub bearcareless turnip snare rampages pitch color pages….down and out but not in Vegas. Disembarks and disengages. No loft. Sweet pink canary cages plummet pop dewskin fortitude for the sniffing black noses that snort and allude to dangling trinkets that mimic the dirt cough go drink its. It’s for you. Blue battered naval town slip kisses delivered by duck muscles and bottlenosed grifters arrive in time to catch the late show. It’s a beehive barrel race. A shehive stare and chase wasted feature who tried and failed to reach her. Embossed beneath a box in the closet that’s lost. The kind that you find when you mind your own mysteries. Shiv sister to the quickness before it blisters into the newmorning milk blanket. Your ilk is funny to the turnstyle touch bunny who’s bouquet set a course for bloom without decay. Get you broom and sweep the echoes of yesternights fallen freckles….away…

This song is Death Of A Martian, by the Red Hot Chili Peppers. The song is about the death of one of the band member’s (Flea) dogs. It means other things to me…Some pieces are best left to the imagination of the viewer, so that’s where I’ll leave this one. Hope you like!

Photo credits:
DogMaciek Lolek
“Tatooine” - pier maria cundari
MusicMateusz Stachowski
SunsetStuart Haiz
FieldFred Fokkelman