Bangalore Flower - Thermal And A Quarter

Sweet time, memory

Coming back home

Cool, clear, slow and cloudy

Watching Bangalore flowers

Simple, smiling, windblown

Sipping Southie coffee

By my side, I’m not alone

Around Bangalore flowers

Everywhere this land I go

I’m weary, I’m worried, I’m craving

Back on the road, up the plateau

For this bearable lightness of being

She’s got me in the zone

She’s a flower, a Bangalore flower

She’s got me in the zone

No up-market paint job, no cover-ups

She keeps me on the phone

Flower, Bangalore flower

She’s got me in the zone

Days, minutes, hours

Going to the shows

Talkies, music, first-day covers

With Bangalore flowers

Pulp fiction in the green

Stories intertwine

Times change, brand-new scene

Still, Bangalore flowers

Everywhere this land I go

I’m weary, I’m worried, I’m craving

To be back on the road, up the plateau

For this bearable lightness of being

No poster on my wall

No stuck-up intellectual

Just a Bangalore flower

No high-fly Barbie doll

No need to have it all

Just a Bangalore flower