[what If My Name Was Found In Porpoise Dreams]

what if my name was found in porpoise dreams,
stink bombs and firecrackers
thrown at your cousins
from the proper look ppg machines.

would you take easy.
crash a broken car
left to slush the creative clue
with my love and pilchard concrete,
it makes me cry

sound in space and sound in sound.
good jams that move us are vibes
our drink and shitty realities,
and that's all you.