my god how far can baby burn the noose in
what cause my god to turn his wailing loose in
and i been to the bottom of the well where he yearns in despair
‘cause i had my own and i can tell there's nothing there
it's a delusion babe
it's just a movement made
and such a ruinous way you're traveling
who'll say what shape we children bend the rules in
one way all paid no space to spare the truth in
and i been to the ragged humble hole where you learned your wordplay
three car garage and a swimming pool, nothing to say
it's a delusion babe
it's just a movement made
and such a ruinous way you're traveling
i've been brought up clean and organized
i've been each december satisfied
i've had wishes granted none denied
i've been flown down south and Disney-fied
i sailed twenty seas of deep denial on a million frequent flyer miles
ran a gauntlet built of grocery aisles and a walking wall of guilt and bile
tell me are you not the same as me
did you pay your dues in little league
did you wash your hands of blood and breed
and stumble back in time of need
you are clever imitation mined from photographs and DVDs
you are subtle repetition tied to thirty-two-inch plasma screen
Introspective pop songs with transcendent melodies offer a joyful meditation on staying present in a world that often moves too fast. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 16, 2023