| There’s a beautiful place of invisible life where fragments of noise go to hide. |
| When their functions are lost they become static ghosts and hide in Shells and phones. |
| And much in this way, muscles everywhere petrify, they forget they’re |
| Alive, they only come out in seizures. |
| Just like the baby elephant |
| Just like the baby elephant |
| Artist of space she imagines her trunk in the |
| Air like a paint brush |
| Painting lucid shapes that |
| Linger in the air |
| Floating through her world |
| Until her parents say |
| «Put that brush away, now eat and wash your face.» |
| «You won’t get a job, |
| What with your messy hair like that, |
| What with your shirt untucked in back, |
| Might as well start talkin' as if you was black, aks instead of ask. |
| Who do you think you are? Who do you think you are? |
| Who do you think you are? Who do you think you are?» |
| «I'll tell you who I am. |
| I am a baby elephant |
| I am a baby elephant |
| Playin' with my trunk and |
| Tryin' to unlearn your silly fancy tongue. |
| Who do you think you are? Who do you think you are? |
| Who do you think you are? Who do you think you are?» |
| Baby elephant, beaten to the ground, lyin on my back, laughin laughin at the |
| Image in the air, images in the air, don’t go away, I need you I need |
| You I need you |
| Catch you when you rain, seep into my veins |
| I’ll bleed you from my mouth, bleedin' from my mouth |
| Phone call to a shell, image of a cell |
| Half dead and half alive |
| And Blood steeped like tea leaves the skin sings a cloud of red die |
| Bleed |
| Mix all our cells |
| Red and white bells |
| Playing our anthem |
| Steeped |
| Spread through the sky |
| Hot with the night |
| Still and expanding |
| Fafafafafafafafafafafafafafaffafafafaffafafafaffafafafafaaffafafafafafafaaaaaaaa |
| Beautiful seizure take us home. |
| Beautiful seizure take us home. |