If only you could see under the bandages, you’d know.
I swear to Dog he can hear Godwhistles!
My Dog, he’s really something, he could make you weep.
He’s the only one worth it, man, I swear to God!
He can hear the voice of Dog, demigod, demidog,
I swear to God! Look at him! Look at him! Look at him!
He’s the last real one and I’m so gone.
I swear to Dog he can hear Godwhistles!
The spiraling irises, the twisted up camera lens,
the tracking shot follows him and I bring the paper in.
The last real one, beautiful like you,
two thousand lonely voices, two lights coming down.
Like one of those superstitious whispers,
gently resistant like gelatin, only better than God.
Oh, I swear to God, I swear to Dog, I swear to God, I swear to,
swear to Dog he can hear Godwhistles!
Something chemical, something pneumatic,
he looked like you, he looked like me.
And I’m so lucky, and I’m so clean,
and I’m so clean, and I’m so ready...