Give a paint brush to a guy and he can paint stars in the sky,black and white he paints the night time in a hearse driving through the universe,fixed in colours mixed,
how slick this guy could be,artistry universally.
Give a slide rule to a man and he can draw plans perfectly,draw cities,universities and cold dark lonely cemeteries,
where the dead and dying line up trying to escape,where fate intervenes with nightmarish dreams and scenes of the apocalypse.

Give a man a *** of gold,a rainbow that he cannot hold,a love before he gets to old and all his hopes sold to the wind that blows,
and who knows what the day might bring to me
I wait expectantly.