Play With My Cards      here we go,   bait and reel   my my aloha   gone and left the feel   just a stone throw away   just the closest of the daze   oh what a day of days      my mind works its own matrix   well it is actually a web   every moment with a connection   flashes right back in again      here we show   carrots and stew   flamenco   stars shine in the night    the firmament firm mist   mmm the closest of the day   oh what a day of daze      my mind works its own matrix    well it is certainly a web   each memory links a connection   lightspeeds my thunder in      here we know   buttons and ties   contention   inspires me for words   letters you've already heard   on the closet of daze   oh what a day of days      my mind flashes its matrix   tightening the weave of a web   gossamer strands of a oneness   this game that starts in your head.      here we blow    the man up   with reservoirs    drops upon drops    of sweet and succulent energy   oh oh closest of days   oh what day of daze      my mind bends at the matrix   triangulation to feed the web   angles shifting together    future flashes in your bed.      here we sow   seeds of growth   generations   ancestral pods   of living color   yes closest of days   oh what a day of daisy