3 Belles

Three belles mark the night
Go out for a ride
And they don't give a damn
No
In the AM

Two hands on the steer
A clear rear view mirror
And there's no lookin’ back
No
There's no lookin’ back

One shape, shifting, spins
Turns into eclipse
Rolls out into Snohomish
Or
Into Toppenish
Toppenish
Toppenish?
Toppenish!

Three
Bells
Mark
The night

Three
Bells
Mark
The night

Zero people to implore
Zero judges to set score
Negative one does its work
Lose someone and go berserk
Eyelids closed and hands off wheel
No one wins this pretty spiel
Vehicular do or die
When they go out for a ride
Now they steppin’ on the gas
And the trees say ‘They went fast!’
Did you hear it from the cliffs?
When they shot into eclipse
An out of body scream
Inside out
Shape-shift, redeem
Vehicular do or die
Pray, tell
What is your ride?
What is your ride?
What is your ride?

Three
Bells
Mark
The night

Three
Bells
Mark
The night

Zero traces in the air
Zero people, stop and stare
Lightning sparkles, thunder shells
Three hawks squawk, ‘Return to Sealth!’
Ears blown out and sneak stingray
Biting dogs, blasted beanbags
Vehicular do or die
When they go out for a ride
Now they stealth mode, Anyanwu
Hide the way, how do you do?
Tele, tell us, ting, ting, tings
For they blind us, mind-mining
Ameri—K-K-K-ki-ka
High above your red radar
Vehicular do or die
Pray, tell

What shapes you ride?
What shapes you ride?
What shapes your ride?
An’ what shapes your mind?
What shapes your mind?

What shapes your mind?