Home Base - Deca, Eligh

A hummingbird needs no legs to fly

We’ve all been blessed with wings of our own

Ladies and gentlemen

Recognize the patterns that emerge

When a self righteous herb strikes a maladapted nerve

Had the urge to snap and leave him fractured on the curb

I recall the confrontation but the aftermath’s a blur

Deterred by a Venus wrapped in furs

That saw the ring and aimed to sabotage my happy ver afterwards

In dark moods she’ll rmove your heart usin' sharp tools

Feed you to the sharks, leave you bleedin' on a barstool

Leave the fruit alone

Go pet the dog with three heads on a leash in front that’s chewin' on a human

bone

And dream about Elysian Fields where you used to roam

A new day dawning and the promise of your future home

It’s scorched earth outside, more than I can stomach

Lit a stick with fire stolen from the highest summit

Somewhere in the furnace sweating out the toxins

Where snake oil merchants peddle rebel angel doctrines

There’s no place like home base

Maneuver through a soul scape

Stone faced moving at my own pace

Dodging pitfalls and titans while they clash

Plucking wings off of hummingbirds and fighting over scraps

The underworld

Many questions are still unanswered

How do they find their way?

Do they navigate by the sun and stars?

We’ve all been blessed with wings

As we walk in, welcome to my habitat

You’re free to watch the spindoctor spin in Stetson hazmats

You can check my ASCAP

Take a lap around my lab

Take a ride inside the mad mind of Gandalf Pendergrass

Gobstoppers' everlasting flavor country is where I’m at

Used to be the reds and and mango Lord Ganesha I’d buy a pack

No use in denying facts

The truth is I’m lying back

And letting life arrive on God’s almanac rewind the track

To find the sum, I use this as a rule of thumb

Time it used to bruise me with its lacking nature, give me some

But I’m an eternal being so keep your charity it seems

My nature’s on the side of cherished rarities and particle beams

The article genuine gentleman genteel giant with a way to a means

Makin' my way no matter the day no matter the time it’s in my genes

Devine steam, precise aim with a crystal beam

Cut a man down with a missile stream

Spit like a hummingbird beak and lean in when I grit my teeth

Is this a dream?

Projected on an inner screen in clay figurines

There’s no place like home base

Trying to find a path

Through an underworld of hungry ghosts fighting over scraps

Who are you?

Who are you, who are you?

Important thing is to uh get out there and learn to see, to look, and to enjoy

We’ve all been blessed with wings