Crystal Casey
A Full Circle
(2016 EP)
To go forward is to go back
To go back is to go forward
She’s running circles on a track
It doesn’t matter which direction
She says, “I am here, I’ve never been there before,
The grass was warm and I was looking hard,”
And, “I am there, I’ve never been here before,
I fell so deep it caught me off my guard.”
Ooo—Ooo—Ooo—
And at the stroke of midnight
The sun beams from straight above
North, South, East, West are obscured by the lack of shadows.
She’s in the Land of Midnight now
And when push comes to shove
She’ll drink a drink and shrink and slink away.
Ooo—Ooo—Ooo—
Stranger in a strange, strange land
Where rabbits white are late for dates,
Don’t have time to be her friend
Stranger in a strange, strange land
She’s further now from close
Than she has ever been.
Well maybe I’m a fool
And maybe I’m a fake
Or maybe I’m a psychedelic mermaid
Drowning in your oxygen tank.
Ya daa ndaa daa— Ya daa ndaa—
Cause it’s hard to save face
When you can’t make a case
For a logic that doesn’t hold true.
Well maybe I’m a pawn
And maybe I’m a slave
Or maybe I’m a little bitty baby
With a war cry like an Indian Brave.
Ya daa ndaa daa— Ya daa ndaa—
I don’t know what is right
And I’m losing the light
It’s getting further and further from view.
All those run around times
And a’makin big sound times
And I had to go through it
But I sure did jump into it.
All those run around times
And a’makin big sound times
And I guess maybe I blew it
But, that’s the way I drew it.
All those run around times
Pick yourself up off the ground times
And I tried to play it cool
But, what a fool I was.
Ya daa ndaa—
And a full circle comes around every day
I know that it will find a way.
He walks along the endless beaches of the universe
Collecting your new and used, your new and used experiences.
He takes ‘em home and chops ‘em up and pastes ‘em back together again
Says, “They’re mine now, and they’re fine now, these experiences.”
He acts out all the parts
The saints, the killers, and the broken hearts.
Oh, he’s alone in a big black hole
Never lived one life of his own.
Ooo—Ooo—Your new and used,
Your new and used experiences
Won’t be forgotten, won’t be swallowed up by time eternal,
Yes we’re small, yes we’re all wondering why we have to die.
But maybe there’s a reason dangling on a chain in a locket
that she’s tucked away, and when she remembers him, she’ll open it.
And when she does what will she find?
Will the truth unlocked be the balanced kind?
Or could it be the twisted symphony
of a broken mind?
Ooo—Ooo—
He has a stand at the supernova where he spends his days
Selling your new and used, your new and used experiences.
From the latest to collector’s vintage, if the stars can spare some change,
They can shine like new with a little piece of you.
‘Cause after all memories fade.
Time carries out its brutal raid
on skin and bone, footprints in stone.
It all gets washed away.
Ooo—Ooo—Your new and used,
Your new and used experiences
Won’t be forgotten, won’t be swallowed up by time eternal,
Yes we’re small, but now something stays in its own little way.
Ooo—Ooo— Butterflies
Change the shape of everything.
Yeah, butterflies
Change the shape of everything.
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