Here comes the night watchman,
Racing against the beats
Smoking a beedi on his nightly vigil
At night, his past keeps him company
Bleeding to the ocean floor
In shacks of psychedelic illuminations
You never did really care
Any of you,
Blundering along the thoughtless road
A trip in the dark
Mauve halls
Relief from the noise
Lapse into a reverie
Who do I see standing there at this hour
Oh the night watchman
‘Excuse me, Sir
Do you feel well?’
She yells obscenely at the misery of the future
But here I stand, smiling at the music
Deliver
Smear
HEAR
“Sonic Boom!!”