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Bayou bone dead and gone Pray it in place, a palm full of gold And make it a lie. The madness of we lay thick in the steam The swamp entraps yet nurtures the trees. Bayou bone dead and gone And wild cayotes lay paw to the ground Pray us in place a palm full of gold And bury the precious moments untold And make it a lie. I stare off into a blur of squares of colors, Machines yonder, full of lights Oh the lights! Conveying the motion of things. The shapes of sound are relative to me - O' the shapes! And whether I blanket or encase the shapes, encase, in case... My balance, I stand, is not only my feet But the lights and the colors and the shadows I see Uh oh! Make it a lie... Make it alive. From Letras Mania