Brooklyn Supredream

[Verse 1]
George drifted through the hallways that early morning
A weary-eyed wanderer from another country, baby
Pixel chase and flicker of fluorescent lights
Manila and cold steel kind of morning
Glass office, blue Friday as a solo cloud it
Wanders through the skyscrapers, lonely as a something
An angry herd of white buffalo thunders
Slowly off into the distance somewhere
Tired and weary from a long day of pressed starch whites
Walking to the subway back to Clinton Hill that evening
George comes alive, and thoughts turn to love and inspiration

[Verse 2]
Brooklynite caught up in a mustache obsession
Trolling the streets, like its the 1800s baby
Steam punk woman at the butcher store
Cheese shopping deep in the ghetto
Next door neighbor says the
Neighborhood has gone to pieces
Says it's like he's woke up in another country, lately
Chicken legs, three bucks a pound, and
Soup bones, two for a dollar these days

[Verse 3]
Witness! Colored lights and frosted green glass
Formed around a skeleton of garden twine and
Vintage scrap heap metal
Gold lattice structure of pistons and
Silver circuits fire makes it rattle and hum
George breathes the good life into her chest then
Sets the creature's heart and eyelids, all a flutter lady
She smiles and rises from the table
Birth of Venus floats up from the ocean
Wings spanned and arms outstretched, the angel
Pulls him close and whispers something to him sweetly
She takes off into the distance carrying him in tow