souvenir
(专辑: so the flies don't come - 2015)
[Milo:] It's the
lazy theologian The
clumsiest poet Stumbling through the
poplar grove And doesn't even notice Though his toes bled a
little The
bathroom's a
sacred space If faith is under the
left nipple That's the
king, no Martin Luther You might have seen him riding on a, green Markham scooter Clutching a
Hewlett Packard computer Indeed, he's ageless like Treva Throneberry I
don't worship Norse gods or stone fairies At home on a
cracked iPhone Alone and hairy, casting post-modernist abra cadabra It starts like this Dum dum dum dum doo (I don't know) I
thought they might have killed me So I
read the
Hagakure On a
very long drive From Chicago to here Holding viking spears And I
cried a
lot of tears But you know I
kept an ox bow lake In my thoughtful cave And we both thought in gray Or shades Maybe even monochrome This monotone is great To the
monotony Sought it's own philosophy To justify the
dimples in its face (in its face?) So we made a
couple sticker packs And pretended we didn't hear When white fans said "Nigga" fast Ummm, there's pollo in this menudo I'm the
newest fellow in this group though And they're all feasting on my naïveté I
guess it's picture day I
guess it's pizza day If purity of heart is to will only one thing Then you have some explaining to do I
can rap like the
Afghan I
can rap like my last name was "Blackman" I
can rap like the
son of Mike Ladd Let me take out a
full-page Vice ad That supposes it might ask If underground hip-hop was just one tight fad This is an all-seeing-eye eye patch, if I
might add [Hemlock Ernst:] Got many styles This time just trying to follow Milo These days, most the
time I'm chilling in the
hollow The
sea slacks Back in high school I
wanted to be abstract Not like Q, but pretty cool In my heart Was always more Busy Bee than Moe Dee Lunch line headsets had me thinking yoghurt backwards Plug in the
bathysphere Lake Champlain is crystal clear I
owe it to myself to speak free Kelly brought me green tea ice cream I
could never forget Eating sushi off ten dollars Feeling rich That was '06 Then I
wrote a
lot of mean shit But only got love in my heart To go along with all them sad ships That never came But that's just life And life is strange How do you change the
way you change the
way you feel? Rain to wash the
window clear Wipe away constellation atmosphere Blue lagoon, my isolation Now I'm paper plane folding Myself into a
fortune Hoping some missing ocean will find some luck Met Brother Question once Life in a
fish bowl leaves me floating in the
punch Just trying to stay sober Never read the
Hagakure Think you'd loan me a
copy? I'm still stuck on Murakami Calvino looming Looking down from vistas coolly Through open windows moving Grass on sand patch, move Swathed by red clouds, see dead sounds Dead sea snails circling metamorphisis Circling dumbly lit intellectual grumbling Circling humbly Numbly picked from keypad Like Cabbage Patch Kids Picked from key-latch Dream Lee's sagged denim logo tags Wondering sullenly Will Tiger ever recover comfortably Hang heroes' heads on pillows eve Makes more humans relate Makes more human mistakes My humanity places head next to dinner plate Eat myself Without feeding myself Sometimes retreating inside cell walls The
band simply plays on Sitting, wishing you were here Next time you're gone Just remember to buy yourself a
souvenir