Miles Davis in 2006

We are children of the night
I don’t like game shows
Let me watch you do yoga for 3 hours
While I come up with different ways of tying my shoe
They say love is gold well silver will get you back home
Take my cowboy hat and do what you want with it
I’m killing the real killers these days
And its in people minds
I need to shrink to a piece of dust then enter through the ear
To shrink I must sell everything I got by midnight
sailing to distant lands
on computers made from left over 1920 dogs toys
can you hear me or
is there something in your ear?
if so
forget the bright lights and talk softly about
what once was by
fire
burning with the dreams of tomorrow’s dreams
I’ll be gently
I’m scared also
But first lets just sleep