From the recordings Hopefully More than a Blanket of 'I' Statements and Hopefully More than a Blanket of 'I' Statements (Streaming)
Lyrics
{Verse 1} Qualm, utter be gone! Brasen-break-and-enter Kool-Aid. Just another day of walking on my two legs. Most the herd’ll find it easier on four. I’m like my girdle grips the sermon—fervent, not so often heard. “Word.” That’s what I responded. The Schwann cells in my head confirming that of his despondence: dumber than tofurkey as an animal. The logos was an anti-pathos opus with a broken folk in focal. Yokel, sneered unmindedly, given no proper cause for God’s Pavlov-dentistry. So self-impressed with “I don’t give a fuck”—his ideology. I sequestered entropy, knowing my philanthropy was underlying effort; grace unfettered, trace unconventional, my face scowled permanent. The worthlesser procumbent-living emanated rudeness, that the food he didn’t get yet—a manifested coolness? Proven never; fornever 21, you can’t act like that forever. I do not put up with running nail head into nailhead on some syncopated niceness. *Vomits* Ipecacic, if you want I’ll decorate your entrée. Apathy is not sliced bread. I am not pry-fed. I am not guided by thinking that I’m better. Elevator routed to pick up the Arabica in a one-story store, two to levitate the floor. Three is sacrificial feat and I don’t advocate the fourth, and that’s a self-inflicted choice to not let nature take its course. Some people aren’t equal. Some people need to be better people. {Hook 1} *Remember to say “May I?” and “Please.” Remember to say “Thank You.”* Do unto others like you’d expect the reciprocity but I don’t expect to give if the other party isn’t following. *When Alice sneezed, she covered her mouth and nose. That was very polite.* Hah hah! It makes me wonder sometimes—it’s like a jungle. Everybody’s out for theirs. That ain’t accommodating nothing! *Don't be like Mr. Bungle.* {Verse 2} I’m dopplegangin’ nang, and manganese orangutan, Mahatma Ghandi in his prime, an oleander brine and non-a-knighted, minus hair extensions—existentialism. *Once you get it* Rind-Aretha. Botulism-bottom-feeder-eater; you can’t depend on much of any person either. Mind the world and how the learning curve is based upon the teachers and the number that encumber all the scum beneath the ether. Feature de-shelled shellfish. It’s kinda’ hard when everyone’s so goddamn selfish. Treat baristas like you would your pharmacist, and any person that’s providing services. Like treat your hooker like you would your moms and not the opposite. *Oh, don’t talk about my moms, yo.* Basic: prophesizing base and I ain’t patient. Hopefully my jaw will excavate the waste awakened. Yo, where the cake went? Let them eat the bread then: brethren, revocation agent. Amen! Cayman island a-la-cavemen. Hey man, I’m plebeian teeing off a bridge of eye-to-eye, a lowlife. Feel the pain style. Oops, miss once! Oops, miss twice! {Hook 2} *They didn’t leave the table, but waited for all the others to finish eating too.* Collar bitten off—I don’t stand a muted in-complacent by the standard that I settle for inadequated treatment. *Lunch was good today. No one here was a Mr. Bungle!* Fundamental universal magnanimity is first served by a step outside your self-observed world. *Yeah!* {Outro} On the whole and knowing that discounting self is not effective in that selfless is as selfish if you see yourself a martyr, blessed. Mark my words, I’m on some shit not readily acknowledged but the microcosm rotting can’t advance recurring folly. Olly-olly-free an oxen. Namaste and I’m an often Haley Osment on proponing how to change the world’s an option opting incremental on the lower-level, womb to urn. I do what I can with self in mind. Peace sign; your turn.