The Projectionist

Sing me like a lullaby
Read me like a book
You can steal me in an art fraud heist
Just tuck me underneath your coat
And if you want to load me on the reel
And blare a blinding light through me
I’ll be a silent film and you’ll play the organ
To go with the pictures I show
When can I feel my skin again
As more than between blood and air?
I am what you tell me I am
You make me an endless text, and
You are my projectionist
Give me like a war-time speech
And fight me like a war
Invade me like the Middle East
Just bounce me off the satellites
But the picture’s out of focus now
The blackout’s all over town
So make me now a candle, bright
And push me through the powerlines
But when can I feel my skin again
As more than between blood and air?
I am what you tell me I am
You make me an endless text, and
I am what you think of next, and
You are my projectionist
Shine a light through me so you can see
Sing me in a different key, well
I’m your diary, who’s reading who now?
And who’s in whose skin?
Turn on your TV, broadcast me
Everywhere I want to be
I lift up a rock and find me there
When can I feel my skin again
As more than between blood and air?
I am what you tell me I am
You make me an endless text, and
I am what you think of next, and
You make me an endless text, and
I am what you think of next, and
You make me an endless text, and
I am what you think of next
In the burning theater I am blessed
For you are my projectionist