some lyrics for kay walkowiak's work - refer back to the wigs @ sweet anticipation

Class Acts

Class acts in sleek spaces

Follow your inner savage detectives, baby

Stay truthful to your heart of darkness

For the thrill of it all

Class acts in undiscovered rooms

They want to enjoy where they are, girl

Don’t you take it too serious

I never meant to turn you on

Class acts in liminal zones

There lies the curator’s egg, darlin

Try to remember the future

And make it worth while you can

Class acts and copycats

We are in a Dada state of grâce, babe

Shall we seek where all the good tunes have gone?

Maybe it is them who set us free.

Paused

Now the show is over

And I am tired

Then I see you coming

Meaning  complete with motion

You whisper in my ear

Long forgotten childhood fantasies

Where the world is once clear, once obscure yet expandable

What are we doing under this table

And you hush me

(Refrain)

Ooooo

Here is something in your palm

Ooooo

There it is gone where did you hide it ?

Daaaaa

You wanna keep me there

Daaaaa

Here it appears, must be magic

I open my eyes in a different place

In the cherished darkness of an unknown language

He found us hiding

Then we start running

Disappearing into the flood of people in the market

You suddenly shouted « stop » to that black taxi

I don’t know where we are going

And you hush me

(Refrain)

Ooooo

Here is something in your palm

Ooooo

There it is gone where did you hide it ?

Daaaaa

You wanna keep me there

Daaaaa

Here it appears, must be magic

May the Circle Remain Unbroken

Change your heart

Look around you

Who do you wanna be now ?

Where do you wanna go ?

Until when the spirits of dead philosophers will guide you ?

It’s the easiest to accept the authority of tradition

Challenge yourself

Take the challenge

Dig down baby dig down dig down

To the roots

To see of our lived experience of this world

Hold it, yeah, keep it do not let it fall

There it is, how it feels, just above my head

Can someone please teach me how to remember my dreams?

Let us imagine in the dark and of its spaces

Tickle me humour me make me dream

It’s the easiest to accept the authority of tradition

Challenge yourself

Take the challenge

Dig down baby dig down

To the roots of experience

To feel how deep is the sphere of imagination