"Revere's Trip"

These lyrics grew directly out of a piece of paper Wally, Dave and I scribbled notes on during a night which may have involved psychedelic substances. It all made sense at the time.

Current listening: The Partridge Family, Album

Revere's Trip

© 1984 Brian Hutzell

Tripping

It's hard to write when the paper is breathing

Everything is moving

Weird outlines and transgressions

I feel as if I wasn't in control

I'm doing it in the light

I snort a black on the radio wrist sentence

Breathing in a red frame

The paper doesn't want me to write on it

The nicest airplanes breathe sprinkles and sunshine

Endlooped orb

Somehow I smile, trying to forget

Reverence!

I will write but it won't be understood

There are too many eyes in it

I am loving every second

Still my teeth are moving

And my legs slime on the wall

And wild things happen

I smile at everything

Everything I write is a dark line in the ocean

My body is a yellow shape

You like limesight

I can't see what I write

Reverence!

“Gluurm”

Brian Hutzell

from Make a Thwinting Sound