High on Rebellion

What i feel when i'm playing guitar
Is completely cold and crazy
Like i don't owe nobody nothing
And it's just a test just to see
How far i can relax
Into the cold wave of a note

When everything hits just right (just and right)
The note of nobility can go on forever
I never tire of the solitary E
And i trust my guitar
And i don't care about anything

Sometimes i feel like i've broken through
And i'm free and i could dig into eternity
Into eternity riding the wave
And realm of the E
Sometimes it's useless

Here i am struggling and filled with dread
Afraid that i'll never squeeze enough
Graphite from my damaged cranium
To inspire or asphyxiate any eyes
Grazing like hungry cows across the stage or page

Inside of me i'm crazy i'm just crazy
Inside i must continue
I see her, my stiff muse
Jutting around round round
Round like a broken speeding statue

The colonial year is dead
And the greeks too are finished
The face of alexander remains not only solely
Due to sculpture but through the power and foresight
And magnetism of alexander himself

The artist must maintain his swagger
He must he must he must be intoxicated
By ritual as well as result
Look at me i am laughing
I am laughing
I am lapping cocaine from the hard brown palm
Of the bouncer. and i trust my guitar

Therefore we black out together
Therefore i would run through scum
And scum is just ahead, ah we see it
But we just laugh
We're ascending through the hollow mountain
We are peeking
We are laughing
We are kneeling
We are laughing
We are radiating at last

This rebellion is just a gas
Our gas a gas that we pass