[from William Pilong]
F#/C# F#/C#
Turn a card, turn a page,
Bbm
the action sure to start,
C# F#/C#
second-stage reaction
Bbm F#/C# B
to illogical thoughts on random lines -
D#m F#/C# B
in a Borges dream we move toward
F#/C# F#
the writing of lives.
Leave it out, leave it in,
no edits -
with a shout, with a grin I said
it was a certainty that I'd arrive
in an Escher sketch
we walk around
the drawing of lines.
D Bm
The character uncertainty
Bm D
as he contemplates his lot
D Bm
and tries to move with urgency
C#sus4 C#
though he's rooted to the spot.
On the brink, on the edge,
but lately what I think,
what I said escapes me
in a flash, a tiger burning bright -
does the visionary trance obscure
the burgeoning night?
F# Bbm
D#m C# (improvise over the next verse)
And she said "What are you doing?"
And he said "What do you think?"
Oh, no,
what on earth are we doing?
D Bm
The characters procrastinate
Bm D
on the threshold of the door;
D Bm
there's something here that fascinates,
D Dsus4 D
though the meaning's still un- sure
Dsus4 G
and the plot so thick.
Em
Is it some kind of history?
G Em
Sketch the thumbnail to the quick.
D D6 D
Oh, even though it's full of contradiction,
D D6 G
though it's flawed in the design
Bm
this is no fiction,
C#sus4 C#
it's a life- line.
Here we are, there we went,
full circle, shooting stars,
heaven-sent, turned turtle on the beach
our shells are left behind
life a library, like a memory
of our ghost-written lives.