“You will grow to be something dynamic and impressive; You are patient, you are gallant, you are festive”

Uh, greasy grimy gopher guts
Poolside, O for 1 and don’t forget spoons twice
Lukewarm folgers; mold on his moonpie
Rooms in his home that dissipate into fruit flies
Suicide lane wide load ride looting in the wake of an amicable marooning
My duty go from moving in packs to sharing food with a cat
To Mom “It’s me, I accidentally sawed a woman in half”
She said “I’ll keep you in my prayers,” I said “I need to hide a body”
She said “Ok, honey, talk to you on Friday”

Apparently we share a common plasma so the growing disconnection doesn’t matter, according to the blood-and-water chapter
Weird, who wrote the blood-and-water chapter anyway?
Probably some surly dad, only child, 30 cats
Looking for a way to reconnect with an averted past

Except it doesn’t always work like that

[Hook 1]
Today I pulled three baby snakes out of moss and dirt
Where the wild strawberry vines toss and turn
I told them, “You will grow to be something inventive and electric;
You are healthy, you are special, you are present”
Then I let them go


[Verse 2]
You were sitting at the gate awaiting spirits and provisions
I was privy to a headache over pirouetting innards

In the mirror sweating pitchers; who’s there: simian or lizard?
As it were there is a disappearing difference
In ambition and material;

Antiquated gentleman outlaws reduced to a ferris wheel of vitriol
Move as a godless heathen; black gums, tooth gone, bootleg ‘Yukon Cornelius’
I’m a… That’s better, here we here we go
Disenchanted face printed on a zero-dollar bill
Got a little plot of land where authority isn’t recognized
Contraband keeping the core of his Hyde Jekyll-ized

Check! Never mind a misanthrope vying for affection to the wretched sound of mysticism dying
It is something he must handle on his own; the wind blown way, wanna win? Don’t play

[Hook 2]
Today I pulled three green frogs out of leaf and bark
Where the grape vines climb a convenient barn
I told them, “You will grow to be something tenacious and exalted;
You are mighty, you are gracious, you are lauded”
Then I let them go


[Verse 3]
I have been completely unable to maintain
Any semblance of relationship on any level

I have been a bastard to the people who have
Actively attempted to deliver me from peril

I have been acutely undeserving of the ear that listen up
And lip that kissed me on the temple
I have been accustomed to a stubborn disposition
That admits it wish it’s history disassembled

I have been a hypocrite in sermonizing tolerance
While skimming for a ministry to pretzel

I have been unfairly resentful of those I wish
That acted different when the bidding was essential

I have been a terrible communicator
Prone to isolation over sympathy for devils

I have been my own worse enemy since the very genesis of rebels

[Hook 3]
Today I pulled three ghost crabs out of rock and sand
Where the low tide showcased a promised land
I told them, “You will grow to be something dynamic and impressive;
You are patient, you are gallant, you are festive”
Then I let them go


(On and on and on and on…)