A song about skating in the evening, alone or with friends


lyrics:
Two figures kept the forlorn cement warm
Gravity and thighs of adamantium forced forth
The adolescent psyches' somas
In the quiescent, fetal Kona
Disregard the faux hoverboards
We've got motorless maple
Scaled a barricade to cruise where it's vacant
Lunar spotlight illumines the intruding hooligans
Halted by the scent of sentient bacon on two legs
Paranormal pansophy or simply through a cam lens?
Off our Amish tech and returned to circuitry
The cerulean shuttle with the strength of Hercules
Evicted with leniency
Driving law-abiding like the DMV
And that's a single eve
Each a window for relief
Beneath dusty craters from the anchors
Navigate the labyrinth
Pavement mavericks reign on at the latest

Wanderers warm the crete
In the hours of gloaming
Surrept times of gliding through the atmosphere
Now's our chance to sleep
But we'd rather be roaming
A susurrus to a dormant world, diurnal

Evenings solitaire to cogitate amor
The vehicle in hand
Vans planted in the flora
Dark fields, vicinity reminiscient of the Further
Minus eerie vibes of a disembodied Bishara
Happily alone, take a gaze at the welkin
This environs pacifies the anxious soul that dwells it
I talk to myself, we share all the same interests
It's stupid that humans chat while neither's trying to listen
Social introvert lying with Gaia beneath the astral sheets
A blissful dalliance, relaxing me when lacking apathy
To a degree
Or needing time to think
And when boredom emerges, reboard the wooden plank
Soaring over shades of gray in a shady modus operandi
Through the zephyr with esoteric sonic treasures
Flowing to the brain
Grip on the stars of David and diamonds
Grates the rubber
Risk killing my arse on pavement

A wanderer warms the crete
In the hours of gloaming
Surrept times of gliding through the atmosphere
Rest under a tree
Urban nomad therapy
A susurrus to a dormant world, diurnal

Wanderers warm the crete
In the hours of gloaming
Surrept times of gliding through the atmosphere
Now's our chance to sleep
But we'd rather be roaming
A susurrus to a dormant world, diurnal

(wanderers warm the crete)
In the hours of gloaming
Surrept times of gliding through the atmosphere
Rest under a tree
Urban nomad therapy
A susurrus to a dormant world, diurnal

Celoche - Wanderers

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