(Kevin Gilbert)
Black asphalt carpet stroke my feet
Internal rhythm clocks the beat
Liquid refreshment indiscreet
Poetic license so concrete
On the way toward the light
Blind ambition blurs my sight
The hand which guides me through the night
Has left me alone
Sitting pretty on my chair
My two way mirror shields the glare
Narcissus bows in useless prayer
This franchised ego needs repair
Imagemaker come to me
Make me things that I should be
I am only what you see
And you’re wanting more
Champagne Minds and Cold Duck Hearts
And who knows where the bullshit starts
The biggest grins on the biggest sharks
In the only pond that pays
Mass distribution through master relations
Can you get a leg up on the favored nation
Can you count your long career in days
So check the odds and place your bet
Let’s have some quiet on this set
Some standard moody silhouette
I’ll hatch another image yet