Fri/End - Thurston Moore, Steve Shelley

You step on the purple vale

Emit shards of a screaming halo.

You strap on your rainbow sail.

Rainbow resin, a sticky cyclone

Oh, how i love the smell of your charred remains

Nothing better

Than to meet your sweetheart in severed chains

It’s love forever.

Yeah, I’ll always be your friend.

Oh yeah, at least just till the end.

Our burner switches hit

Instant meltdown, free-fry the ghost town.

Fresh battery head trip.

Love it to death, how, go child strum sound.

Never leave you alone, harsh and heavy drone.

To cook a sizzle soft beat.

Pre-historic love, electric catacomb.

I see your look goes to me.

Yeah, I’ll always be your friend.

Oh yeah, at least just till the end.

Pardon me, purple vale.

The ticket of the girl who loves you.

She rides the high rail

Devotional dogma crackles above you

And all the startled tones chilling tonight

Sweet circular motions

Amplify a moon dot (?) in her sight

And love smiles through me.

Yeah, I’ll always be your friend.

Oh yeah, at least just till the end