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True Dreams Of Wichita
Signal got lost to the satellite
Got lost in the
Rideup to the
Plungedown;
Man sends the ray of the electric light
Sends the impulse
Through the air
Down to home
And you can stand
On the arms
Of the Williamsburg Bridge
Crying
Hey man, well this is Babylon
And you can fire out on a bus
To the outside world
Down to Louisiana
You can take her with you
I've seen the
Rains of the real world
Come forward on the plain
I've seen the Kansas of your sweet little myth
You've never seen it, no,
I'm half sick on the drinks you mixed
Through your
True dreams
Of Wichita
Brooklyn like a sea in the asphalt stalks
Push out dead air from a parking garage
Where you stand with the keys and your cool hat of silence
Where you grip her love like a driver's liscense
I've seen you
Fire up the gas in the engine valves
I've seen your hand turn saintly on the radio dial
I've seen the airwaves
Pull your eyes towards heaven
Outside Topeka in the phone lines
Her good teeth smile was winding down
Engine sputters ghosts out of gasoline fumes
They say You had it, but you sold it
You didn't want it, no
I'm half drunk on static you transmit
Through your
True dreams
Of Wichita
Punch it
I got, uh, fed
I got, uh, too much things on bounce, uh, my head
I got to burn 'em up
I got to burn 'em up now
I got to go uptown, uptown
I got a thing
I got a little bit pushed
got to stand on the corner and bellow for mush
I got a bomb
I got a baby bomb bomb
got to stand on the corner and bellow for my friend Tom
I got a thing, I got to thing it
I got to thing--team
I got to run my side
True dreams
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'Signal got lost to the satellite, lost in the rideup to the plungedown; man sending electric light rays and impulses through the air down to their home. Standing on the arms of the Williamsburg Bridge, witnessing the hustle and bustle of Babylon. Venturing out on a bus to the world beyond, perhaps down to Louisiana, with a companion by your side.
The rains of the real world advancing on the plains, the myth of Kansas contrasting with its actual beauty, unseen by many. Half-sick from the cocktails mixed by someone special, lost in their intoxicating true dreams of Wichita. Brooklyn resembling a sea amid the urban jungle, exhaling life from a concrete parking garage. Holding keys and love as preciously as a driver's license, amidst the chaos of the city.
Engaging the engine valves, feeling the sanctity in adjusting the radio dial, the airwaves pulling one's gaze heavenward. Along the outskirts of Topeka, a phone line carrying the echo of a distant smile. Engine sputtering fumes, tales of having had something valuable but letting it slip away, intoxicated by the static of one's thoughts.
A sense of urgency creeping in, needing to burn through the clutter of the mind, a desire to escape uptown and release pent-up energy. Feeling restless, ready to shout on the street corner for some release. With a mix of chaos and purpose, urging oneself to keep moving forward, to embrace the dreams that tug at the heartstrings. True dreams of Wichita beckoning, calling for exploration and fulfillment.'
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