Lyrics
People in the garden, dressing up for revolution
Can't keep down, weak constitution
Am I wasted?
Hated?
Eating all the walruses
Keeping all the tusks
You didn't think this would come out of me
You didn't think this would come out of me
People in the garden, dressing up for revolution
Can't keep down, weak constitution
Am I wasted?
Hated?
Eating all the walruses
Keeping all the tusks
You didn't think this would come out of me
You didn't think this would come out of me
Five to eight hours a day he said
In a dream of his, my body is a guitar
Insubordinate fingers, insubordinate mind
Tamed by Practice
Through repetition, transformation
Seedling into tree
Tiny cell upon tiny cell upon tiny cell upon tiny cell
Upon tiny cell
I tried it exactly once
Like a goody two shoes with one joint
Like a clock twice
Lazy luck
Maybe it's the precursor to habit
I'm carrying a verse after a guitar stand, birthed
And grown before the lashes nipped my cheek
She flowed like a tear drop
Up to 5' 9 over the course of 30 minutes, but what about the features?
Like Jesus
Like Santa
Like Cleopatra
I'm testing the ghosts
The vultures
I know she looks like me
My song, my child
But I'm not done with them yet, the birds
I know I live in their heads
Their invisible conjuring, we all see through it
Like air
The second I met them I started drinking but the habit hasn't yet kicked me
Did you notice I rewrote the lyric?
I want to try to fill myself with the things I've lost, the things I wanted
The things I love
You love like stolen land
At my worst I do too
But I'm on my way to getting free