Did you know that you're an architect?
The mastermind of a landmark to erect
A thousand business cards stacked proudly on your desk
I bring you coffee, massage your lower neck
I'm the intern and you're the internet
You're eternal, I'm eternally in debt.
I have dreams that I'm locked inside your trunk
It's cold and dark with the constant kicking thump
Of your car stereo blaring funk songs about funk
When you free me, I'm savoring the air
With strands of duct tape still streaming from my hair
I scream, "Let's crash the prom, let's crash the science fair."
So we made a volcano
Out of vinegar and baking soda
And it blew up, so we threw up our hands
And danced in the moonlight halo
And we tried to keep the night to
Ourselves, oh how selfish of us
If we did, then the sun wouldn't come up
And all the plants and the trees wouldn't grow up
So we had to let them die
I've never been a vegetarian
I've never battled the sword against the pen
I've never seen Titanic
Don't tell me how it ends
Because I have dreams of a ship that never sunk
Passengers dancing in the auditorium
And while the band played on
They're playing funk songs about funk
Give me slap bass and a steady pace
All the prerequisites to save face
From the gravity that is tragically
Pulling my feet planted in the same place
We can try to keep the light to
Ourselves oh how naive of us
How could we be so oblivious?
When speakers blow and strings rust
And all living things become dust
So let's all hold hands and discuss
What the good reverend James Brown taught us
May every drum fill fill us
With a pure percolating persistence
With the courage and with the defiance
To ignore all those who try to tell us
That our dreams are the things that will kill us
That our dreams are the things that will kill us
That our dreams are the things that will kill us
If we don't just let them die
Did you know that you're a metaphor?
For present future, and everything before
And I'm the castaway who washed up on your shore
credits
from Music For No Reason,
released June 25, 2012
Jerry Mazzuca - drums
Ryan Wasoba - everything else.
Recorded in the gray area between Winter and Spring 2011, remixed and mastered in the Summer of 2012.
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