All the waters are turning red
in the rooms on Bourbon street
the girls get out up from bed
afraid they’ve stained the sheets
the last circus was in town
and the colors are starting to fade
I want you to take me down
to the artifact parade
Everything gathers force
when you see it over and over
it was like that with TV
and the lingerie of the hour
those workmen from the womb
knitting synapses like a loom
but we’ll all resume
at the artifact parade
Gregory he ain’t afraid
he been brought up in the nuclear age
all day he watches the sky
he counts every plane
And he clocks the rain
I guess we’ve been waiting for him
he’s come to feel like a second skin
but I hear he’s out in the desert again
counting friends
but he’ll find his way
back to the artifact parade
children floating in the street
building boats from rusted symphonies
four horseman on the beat
parading Joshua’s memories
the rag and bone shop never paid
so we stand around and we wait
we must go alone
to the artifact parade
to the artifact parade