[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.