Look a bird,
bubble gosling that I,
created in the bath
as a painting on the side.
Blasted gravity
takes another life,
first drags it down,
limp and unable to fly,

Then separates
the head from the body,
the mind from the heart,
the voice from the soul,
reason from control,
reason from control.

Time pops bubbles,
kills energy and drowns,
even the most beautiful,
the most beautiful.

Reason from control…

This cement
mixer includes no trees.
Loss of voice, walk many,
under tyranny.
The hands long for
heart’s creativity,
but the body’s numb,
sold to bureaucracy.

Separate
the head from the body,
the mind from the heart,
the voice from the soul,
reason from control…

Time pops bubbles.

Time pops bubbles,
kills energy and drowns,
even the most beautiful,
the most beautiful.

Time Pops Bubbles

Music by Erika Lloyd & Brad Whiteley
Lyrics by Erika Lloyd

Vocals: Erika Lloyd
Instrumentation, Drum Programming: Brad Whiteley

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