Oy! Too little going on. Anyway...

I see red
And it hurts my head



Guess it must be something
That I read



It's the color of your heartbeat
A rising summer sun
The battle lost or won



The flash to fashion
And the pulse to passion
Feels red



Inside my head
And truth is often bitter
Left unsaid

 


Said red red
Thinking about the overhead
The underfed



Couldn't we talk about something else instead




We've got mars on the horizon
Says the national midnight star
(It's true!)




What you believe is what you are
A pair of dancing shoes



The soviets are the blues
The reds
Under your bed
Lying…