from the album 
Take Me To That Place Where I Know Nothing
https://gavingamboa.bandcamp.com/album/take-me-to-that-place-where-i-know-nothing

Rain Dance

off and on and on...
is it real?
a collection of scabs to peel,
cause on and on and off,
it's been bend over and cough,

off and on and on...
is it true?
the voice to skull transmission woes,
every thirsty thorn,
who drinks from the little horn,

hidden cameras twisting me,
in a parodying parody,
now nothings as it seems to be,
a hammer on my heart,

heaving like a gilded gong,
in a rejected wedding song,
the stitchomantics got it wrong,
the pages would not part,

how I famished you this sound I found,
how all of my hopes and dreams were drowned,
how I looked into the mirror and found:

John Hinckley reciting poems,
locked in his Jody Foster Home,
the walls they whisper "you're the one"
"so go dig up your buried gun"
"now John"
"the papers need to know your name"
"so aim"

Jody Foster Home...

Jody Foster Home

HoLLOw BoNEs

i'm a little bit shy,
without my armour,
 I would harm her,

by letting the lake dry,
I'd get despondent,
to go beyond it,

I'd need a forget me knot,
tied so tightly,
daily and nightly,

so my bleeding would clot,
I'd get elusive,
her?...abusive,

now Mooncalf's at it again,
Mooncalf's fucking my friends,
Mooncalf's shredding my clothes,
Mooncalf's breaking my nose,

she's as sweet,
as angel's feet,
dancing on your clay,
but tiger's tails,
and beds of nails,
when the sky goes grey,


..she hit me with a skateboard,
I'd sworn that if she did,
I'd hit her back,

she brought it down on my head,
then I did what I'd said,
I've got a lot of regrets,
I've got a karma of debts,

I dreamed about her last night,
she said " be around me, when your around me",

but we were trapped in a school,
 and every subject's rule,
was the casting of stones,
so every one was alone,

she was as sweet ,as winter heat,
till I drove her mad,
on the brink, I often think,
what we could have had,

the truth is I was a plague,
that reassuring, I'm still curing,
though my ceiling does sag,
and I'm feeling crappy, I hope she's happy
guess I've been playing it down,
my problem's cages, gone contagious,
and I'm trying to sound,
a victim's venting, in repenting,

that Mooncalf's at it again,
Mooncalf's fucking my friends,
Mooncalf's shredding my clothes,
Mooncalf's breaking my nose,

she's as sweet,
as angel's feet,
dancing on your clay,
but tiger's tails,
and beds of nails,
when the sky goes grey,

Mooncalf's At It Again!!!

(dedicated to all fellow targets and victims of non-consensual mind control experiments and ritual satanic abuse...you are not alone!)


hey there...you're not alone,
you are not a,
you are not alone

(i/you)

you put your hands in the air,
sip the sun like a tree,
temple of nature,
she's so beautiful angry,

so come take a sip of the storm!
dance in the wrath of the rain,
sometimes our branches must break,
before we blossom again,

are you afraid to get wet?
cause you know,
 i really,
i wish you would,

i wish you would my wishing well...

hey there... you are not alone,
you are not a,
you are not alone...now,

these days I call doing my best:
"bleeding beautifully with flair and finesse",
cause DAMN...they're microwaving my head,
it's quite a climb now just  to get out of bed,

human door knobs,
have been taking my turns,
my hurt to murmur,
 and radiation burns,
cause OWWW...my life's a cage in a lab,
and everyone I love has taken a stab,

hey there...you're not alone,
you are not a,
you are not alone

(i/you)

you put your hands in the air,
sip the sun like a tree,
temple of nature,
she's so beautiful angry,

so come take a sip of the storm!
dance in the wrath of the rain,
sometimes our branches must break,
before we blossom again,

are you afraid to get wet?
cause you know,
 i really,
i wish you would,

i wish you would my wishing well...

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