Morning caught me with the stun gun
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set on bed-head so my hair is on the run
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I have bed-brain to boot so I proceed to water my roots to bring those trees down,
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examining stars from stable ground
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When the pimples come home I apply the foundation
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This is stressful, I swear (that's why I'm sleeping with women on the brain)
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Ask the mirror for advice and he replies,
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"You're just the same...while you break into asylums they're letting everybody out.
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And just because you're loud doesn't mean you need therapy.
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You bought new keyboards instead of bedboards, that's why you sleep lightly---"
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And I have to shower quickly, or else I wash away my thinks
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Clearing out my temple when the mucus hits the sink
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Forgetting what it was that took me 20 years and forty winks
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And now IĄ¯m walking to the park with Mister Lumas and a disc
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trying to integrate sport with a career of doing
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This unknowingly putting myself at risk for being at rest
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and seeing the grand scheme (I can never keep the game clean!)
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Seeing monsters as machines (like watching The Quest from end to beginning)
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Wondering why I'm singing not screaming
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Morphing for the masses would get me out of this metaphoric state
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Seeing symbolism on my half empty plate
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Knowing my best thoughtĄ¯s a crumbled up piece of paper in Emerson's garbage can
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And there are bands out there that reduce Gruvis Malt to a garage band
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Dazed by mortality, I must refrain from writing existential poetry,
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give purpose to little me
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Throwing thought instead of Frisbee
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(it's all Lima beans to me)
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Mapping out new territories to get lost in
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And lost in the map-making process
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But I know it well
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Twelve steps to the gates of confusion
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Only attracted to those things that make me go ------
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My theories get eclipsed by human nature slash condition slash comedy
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I try to laugh to keep from throwing up
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But I always nod my head politely
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Fighting the urge to understand anything
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that might be detrimental to my blissful ignorance
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So I know everybody's shoe brand and nobody's name
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Color me confused and sign it "female"
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The "bitter half" nation's got built-in nonsanity
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With sex in their pockets, and spite up their sleeves
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Like I would believe this to be depth in disguise
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Writing curly Q letters with heart over the eyes (i's)
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So I wave my white flag, sound-tracked by white noise
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Working out more theories to get eclipsed by the dark
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Somebody turn the lights on I can't see through this mess
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CONFUSION SETS
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When logic shows its head its got red letters on its breast
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CONFUSION SETS
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And now I'm caught between emotional motion and physical stress
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CONFUSION SETS
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Rising in the east, confusion sets in (the west)
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CONFUSION SETS
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Who are you sent to divide?
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You slide over and sink inside
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Spilling over in time
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Who let you in? You're on fire
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Climbing up on the side that confusion's burning down
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Suspended by disbelief
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How can you be alive?
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Climbing up on the side that confusion's burning down
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Breathe a sigh of relief
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No more worries
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Fools run out of time easily hypnotized
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One eye on the present time and one used to fantasize
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We come so...hard to decipher
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That after translators and lyrical sheets explanation is in order
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You can chase our tacky techniques over oceans of metaphor
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and still miss the boat ---I mean the point--- I mean both
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Mais enonciation est' ennemi
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Si je voulais me te faire comprendre je te parlerais en ta langage
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If you don't get the message let your ears be massaged
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And consider yourself successful 'cause all purpose has been dodged
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Was it good for you? Lost inside yourself without a clue
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You can't fathom the idea of something new (like Bitches Brew)
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Miles ahead in self-confidence and humor too
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watch we pursue the future while you pursue the clever rues
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remain confused still muttering retorts days after they're due
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Somebody turn the lights on I can't see through this mess
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Nonsanity 2037X
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Gruvis Malt |