Testimony
(专辑: Sick Of Waiting Tables - 2001)
[Chorus:] It's not size, or force, form, or technique. I
battle you for custody. La, la, la. It's not size, or force, form, or technique. I
battle you for custody. La, la, la. [Sage Francis:] The
weak link is quivering, determining the
chain's strength, Wimpering, vibrating! the
wave length of its stress signals are more or Less symbols. it just trembles, Knowing it'll take the
weight when the
chain breaks and disassembles. See, mr. wendell? he knew nothing of this daily struggle. Sit under the
disfunctional family tree and prepare for trouble. Could barely hear the
mumbles beneath the
ear-piercing rumbles. Sharp tongues slashing mouths while lashing out with verbal belt buckles. Friends crumble under similar circumstances within their own chain of events, From sloppy knots in family ties. the
pain is intense, The
tension is thick. two sided arguments are upsetting to him. Stretching the
link, testing its endurance and spreading it thin. Trembling, holding onto what's "familia," in the
italian sense, i'm reading intense drafts of sylvia plath. Before breaking off into an unfamilliar path, Faking coughs, divert the
hurt by trying to act silly and laugh. Making light of situations when i
sense a
panic attack. I'm a
fully licensed self-defense machanic, and my toolbelt is black. She probably thinks i'm dead. she's probably dead. When he left she said i
was so strong, but i
know she's wrong. I
need back support, my knees fold. Please hold your end of the
bargain when i
leave home, Please hold the
keystone. [Sixtoo:] How far will he travel? The
essential interpretation watching the
sequential falling of the
dominos. Which one will stay erect? a
microcosm where every effort is just that. It's just maps, papercuts, and the
photos to prove the
strength. He followed the
family, alone as the
next member. California dreaming of moving out there in september. I
sit in admiration, knowing that the
weakest link Is also the
one that holds the
pillars on the
brink Of collapse. relapse is the
replay of emotional disarray, Sustaining the
stains of teardrops on his t-shirt. Sometimes, taking for yourself is harder than giving. Those who want to give up, living in the
circumstance. Dance around the
issues of dealing with the
problem, Drudging through the
uncomfortable streets of dispairity. All's fair in love and clarity, And also ignorance. Chains don't always hold the
fingerprints. [Sole:] Their hearts pump pure, and then sweaty palms telling lies, So blame it on a
drug-addict, brother, and the
cover-up. One can't help become center of attention, When everything is helpless, be realistic. Ever since the
goldfish died, daughter can't see past the
make-up. Stapling, "please become a
savior to everything." Photo album catalog, better order new hand holders, Follow the
odor to someone older and less experienced. The
whole choir is off key and forgets the
words, So ask later and get a
free subscription to a
diary, Not even worth reading. There was a
time like this when mother's tears turned lakes and grew tree gardens. Now overgrown, with homemade grapes, But at least she can keep the
whole family together. [Chorus]