Library pictures of the quickening canoe The first of it's kind to get to the moon Draw some ellipses to chase you round the room Through curly straws and metaphors and goo Been watching all the neon blossom, flickering You look as if you've all forgotten, where you've been Going riding through the thunder circle, fuzz canyon Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one Library pictures of the quickening canoe The first of it's kind to get to the moon Give me an eeny-meeny-miny-moe Or an ipp dipp, dog-shit rock and roll