Lyrics:
Whatever flags were flying
I was bound to set sail
I didn't spoil the ending
It was up there in the trailer
Lavender and sage
A shorthand for the multitude
is just shorthand for "I'm afraid that I might be changing"
The time was 'then'
And a lot like now it was passing
And a lot like smoke it would heave
Living in filth while the black river beckons
Bog dweller
Usurper
Wander through the lowlands, breathe sulfur
Shorthand for the long game’s disintegration
You put me on mute (hello, hello)
You put me on mute (hello, hello)
You say you need some
Time (solo, solo)
But that's just shorthand for saying you
Sometimes all alone
Shorthand for the over-under tones
Of the next twenty have only just begun
Only to end
A shorthand for slow jams
I shut up and dance
As the night foxtrots away
The ice in my glass and a partner to play it safe
You got the bottle and I got
The liberal arts cliché about
Teaching you how to think
Is actually shorthand for a much deeper
More serious idea learning how to think
Really means learning
the shorthand for mortars and bricks
If any negative thought linger he let it vent
Wrote this one with his middle finger in wet cement
Did it on the sly
You expected my war diaries
But time ran out and I, I let you down
A small thanks note written in French
Is no shorthand for, "This thing gave me
Fill my heart, oh, Mr. Centipede
It's a shorthand for more, such spacious wonder
I've been collecting the weight of birds
I can't take this
a wristband
Kids that can't afford the cool brand
Whose anger is a short-hand
For you'll never get a wristband
And if you don't have a wristband
Then
a wristband
Kids that can't afford the cool brand whose anger is a short-hand
For you'll never get a wristband and if you don't have a wristband then you
Fill my heart, oh, Mr. Centipede
It's a shorthand for more, such spacious wonder
I've been collecting the weight of birds
I can't take this
the move
Utaka, the way I make the move
Suffer, that was in the past
Flenjor, Ima do with that
Father, forgive me for shorthand
Put both hands together,
still fucked up
High
Burnt alive, inadvertently sky diving
The bird that i am shorthand is the verb for shortened life spans
Still optimistic
I left a kiss on her front porch
Wrapped in ChapStick, smothered good (for what?)
A lecherous writ/think piece conjured nightly
As I swayed in autumn
CHcRITY
When she was seventeen
She loved him for his dark and curly hair
Which nestled round his collar and the faded denim there
cnd his
Harvest ripe but the laboring is shorthand
Feel like Tarantino
All the footage got a bold stamp
Of approval
Like I see you b
Give you all I got so
Looking out for a loose translation
Back rooms and conversation
While the evening's spread against the sky
Keeping track shorthand notation
Build
Ain't keeping that hoe for real she know I'm a certified playa
Got her password but she ain't got mine what you think I'm toxic I'm a slayer
Was
And you can call
My line of work a joke
Heckle me for taking a smoke
Always driving a car that's broke
Talkin' shit about my life
Never felt so goddamn easy
From Tampa Florida's pride and joy
To California shame
She left home and came out west
And changed her Christian name
She thumbed her way for
Bags on the rack
It seems like she's there at the top
There for her service
Comfy red Granada
Up to the midlands
With a taped Sinatra
Plans all
If I could walk a straight mile
And could write it down in shorthand, I could show you
If you want me to
And if I had an hourglass
I'd save
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