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The Longtime Overdue Awakening

It seems these words have found their way from some old Sunday matinee
Deep into my head where something died
And now I speak in shrieks and squeals, I know I am but seldom feel
That anything is going on inside
I speak with God to raise the dead
The movie stars we all spoonfed
With our childhoods and our starstruck eyes
The orchestra will swell with pride when our heroes ride the skies
And disappear into the by-and-by
And disappear into the by-and-by

The records play the way I think, the peaks and troughs, the sinks and swims
The crackles you can see upon my brow
The spiral takes me to the core of who I was in lives before
With fleeting glimpses of who I am now
And when the side has run its course
The needle bumps and I must pause
Before I turn my hand back to the plough
The land of Oz which sleeps and dwells in gatefold sleeves upon the shelf
Will still be there when I'm back anyhow
Will still be there when I'm back anyhow

I can't recall in recent times being busted flat and blind
By souls that have no space inside their skin
So I remain in landlocked plains of space and time and feel the pain
Of generations waiting to begin
To understand the way it feels
To droop and drop and beg and kneel
Then explode into balls of lightning
Not much comes as a surprise
But still I wait with opened eyes
For the longtime overdue awakening
For the longtime overdue awakening
For the longtime overdue awakening