lyrics
In the ‘Land of No Relationships’
Rocks and undertow, they drag me down,
Here,
All in due time, 230 – 239,
239,
THE XYLOPHONE!
We’re on the line with Rolling Stone,
The hippy kids are growing old,
(“But we are feeling peppy!”)
239!
The cold effects of Columbine,
“We’re waiting for the final signs,
And dancing to Led Zeppy!”
239, (Sunday Morning)
Something Snapped!
The quiet ones, the cold attacks,
“We’re sifting through a pile of facts,
But they have been redacted!”
Andy’s Law – The 15 fades,
A quarter falls,
“We struggle to account it all,
But, we are left with pennies.”
239, (Sunday Morning)
* john browns baby had a code upon his back*
In our silly game, of extremist fame,
We extend our thoughts and prayers to all,
Faces on TV, “They aren’t real to me”,
Is our empathy just growing numb?
Politicize a point, getting out-of-joint,
Gather fodder for our Facebook post,
A stranger currency, we may never see,
Insanity – allowed to grow,
Powerless is bored,
Twisted up ignored,
Actively acute,
Push the absolute,
Shocking not profound,
Find us in a crowd,
Losers! - Join in Losers!
(Losers join in losing)
Sunday Morning
credits
from
"Apparent Suicide",
track released January 1, 2018
Scott Shiverdecker - Bass, Robert Hale - Drums, Derek Wade - guitars, Steve VanEtten - Guitars and vocals
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