“Is this a private fight?” said the Irishman. “Or can anybody join in?”
“Is everyone asleep?” poked the poet with his pen
Shape this world with your new words
The unnameable you name to let us in
For each you kill a stronger one begins
Skip the middle, jump to the end
Skip the middle, jump to the end
Skip the middle, jump to the end, and then begin

“Open up!” he hammered on the locked doors of their little lives together
Basement first, then maisonette, then mansion: “Let me in!”
He needed her so badly to reassure himself of his existence
While the golden girl abandoned hid within
Skip the middle, jump to the end
Skip the middle, jump to the end
Skip the middle, jump to the end, and then begin

How does newness come into the world? How is it born? What makes it happen?
From what fusions and translations and conjoinings does it come?
Is birth always a fall? Do angels have wings and can men fly?
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Skip the middle, jump to the end
Skip the middle, jump to the end
Skip the middle, jump to the end, and then begin

The desperation in her dazzling deathless smile, the terror in her brightness
Always on and always off, the current spilled too late
The frame is what is missing, the frame and all the colors that remain within
Skip the middle, jump to the end, and then begin
Skip the middle, jump to the end
Skip the middle, jump to the end
Skip the middle, jump to the end, and then begin

How does newness live, extreme and dangerous to everyone it touches?
What betrayals of its secret nature must it make to live?
The exterminating angel, the falling guillotine and the wrecking ball
The secret to survival of the thing that cannot end
Skip the middle, jump to the end
Skip the middle, jump to the end
Skip the middle, jump to the end, and then begin
Skip the middle, jump to the end
Skip the middle, jump to the end
Skip the middle, jump to the end, and then begin
Skip the middle, jump to the end
Skip the middle, jump to the end
Skip the middle, jump to the end, and then begin
Skip the middle, jump to the end
Skip the middle, jump to the end
Skip the middle, jump to the end, and then begin

Words, music, recording, and production by Richard Faylor
© Deep Happy Music
richardfaylor@yahoo.com
208-713-4002