Silently I step up with a subversive subtext,
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Trying to feed the need for more than just remedial subjects,
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Place my faith in the belief that the general public,
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Will open up their minds to more than just an industry puppet.
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I ain't a preacher preaching doom and gloom,
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Well not just yet,
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But if there's something I feel strongly about,
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Then I'll discuss it.
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And if I only make one album before I kick the bucket,
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I'll hold that album to my heart in my grave and say, "Fuck it!"
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Waiting for the beat to kick in,
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But it never does,
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Waiting for my feet to grow wings,
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That lift me above,
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All of these tiresome things,
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That we know and love,
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Waiting for the beat to kick in,
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But it never does.
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Waiting for the beat to kick in,
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But it never does,
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Waiting for my feet to grow wings,
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That lift me above,
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All of these tiresome things,
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That we know and love,
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Waiting for the beat to kick in,
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But it never does.
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A lot of my poems and writings seem to start with me waking up or being in a dream, or a dream-like state.
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Now, this implies a certain level of abstraction in my work.
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You might say I'm keeping it surreal but... I'd rather you didn't.
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The fact is: I sleep a lot. It's as simple as that.
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Ahah, and I like sleepin' man. It's a nice place to be.
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...Right.
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I was walking along through unfamiliar streets,
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And it felt strange 'cause there didn't seem to be anyone else around.
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I don't know where I was but it had the feel of New York,
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But not New York in real life, the New York you see in old films.
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I can't really explain why it just had that vibe,
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Every step I took felt somehow more dramatic.
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So I kept walking and down an alley, behind a bar, sitting on some metal steps I saw a man.
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From the look and smell of him it was clear he enjoyed a drink,
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But he wasn't in such a state I felt him to be any kind of irrational threat so I approached him,
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With due care.
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"Ah, Mr. Pip," he said out loud,
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"We've been awaiting you, my name is Elwood P. Dowd."
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Now just what he meant by "we" I didn't really get,
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But all the same I took a seat next to him on the step.
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He said "You'll meet a few people before this day is through,
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Who will administer advice and guidelines to you,
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Now what each of them says I'll tell you now is true,
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But whether or not you take that advice is for you to choose."
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At that point he acted like someone had whispered in his ear,
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Which, since no one else was there, was pretty damn weird.
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Awkwardly I looked away and kinda played with my beard,
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He cleared his throat for a second and then said, "Listen here,
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In this life you can be oh-so-smart or oh-so-pleasant,
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For years I was smart; I recommend pleasant,
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Being smart can make you rich and bring respect and reverence,
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But the rewards of being pleasant are far more incandescent."
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With this information I was encouraged to walk on,
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I continued alone through these empty streets,
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Thinking over what Elwood had said,
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But at the same time thinking about how fucking strange the day had been so far,
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I was in my own little world when a hand was placed on my chest,
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And a guy said, "Look out, there's some broken glass on the floor there."
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I looked up.
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He said, "Hi pleased to meet you, my name is Lloyd Dobler,
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I'll get straight to the point, won't take too much time from you.
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I'm probably the youngest person you'll get advice from today,
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And you may think a guy my age wouldn't have anything to say,
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But it's said that observation, not old age brings wisdom,
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And I observe every single life lesson I'm given,
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I won't attempt to tell you about how to love or be loved,
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'Cause you get a different genie each time that latern is rubbed.
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But I will offer you advice on dealing with life,
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Its ups and its downs,
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Its troubles and its strifes,
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Now I'm sure you've had times you've felt down and angry,
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Wanted to lash out, punch a wall, and be manly.
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But the question I pose now will offer you a plan B,
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And maybe some peace and quiet for your friends and family:
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How hard is it to decide to be in a good mood,
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