you could meet me down where
the sun'll set i'll
be singing a song
everyone'll forget
so off tune
you'll awkwardly move in
my general direction
to make it look like an
accidental intersection
of our contradicting paths
…
yeah..
but stack up your emotions
like exponents in math
so I know your night ain't
going half bad
you ain't off kilter
or rolling of the plan-
ned path..
now hold my hand
a little something to grasp
ain't to much to ask for
we can get gone
or is that too forward?
We don't have to stay long
this ain't the type of song
to get encored or
get the artist asked to stay
and play on...
they want him off the stage
so the mainstream can place
a blade in the face
of everyone that came
cover charge is death
that's like paying to
LISTEN to cigarettes burn!
come and cop cancer
but, no puff for you
no one has the answer
so what's up to you
is consciously avoiding
those who pretend to
numb without materials
grown up with silver
spoons in they cereals thinking
they're fucking miracles
….......
that's when Magicarp
evolves into Gyrodos
and eats the whole load
of dumb fucks that slow
the boat that we row
by the weight of the ego
they've been building mountains
while we've been moving bridges
we don't want to get trapped
in their avalanches and
buried in their ditches
i've been staining paper since
reaching double digits
when'd you find passion, what
is it you did with it
tell me all about it
I really want to listen
tell me all about it
I really want to listen
(pause)
meet me in the yard where
the bonfire's on
...every bird that rises from
the ash is a bond
every glance is thought
is under breath but spoken
is a whisper of a word
is a chant that gets heard
is a poem that gets learned
is a song...
and we all sing along

every glance is a thought
every thought is under breath
but spoken
what is spoken is a whisper
of a word
that word is a chant
that gets heard
what is heard is a poem
that gets learned
what is learned is a song
….
and we all sing along...like

Storm clouds
part to show
beauti-ful
days...(x4)