Distorted frequencies locate her mood Impressive lingering of salt in the wound The sweet dependency they stole from you They answer back, with no respect We're just movement in the dark Lonely fragments made of stars Mild interruptions in an endless fog Cosmic dust Scuff your sneakers they look better when they're worn Broken fingers never reach the chords Jesus Christ Tim what's the matter what's wrong They're just songs, this should be fun We're just movements in the dark Lonely fragments made of stars Solar orphans in the maternity wards Cosmic dust, pumping blood September 6, 1970 Was Jimi's last show in Germany Fifty years of refracting light Lonely aliens might hear him in the night They'd get stoned and he'd blow their minds