Everywhere, Divers Wonderous Types and Kinds of Pre​-​Academic, Post​-​Post​-​Professional and Int​(​er​)​or​(​ra​)​personal Problems!

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Wake me when you go
I need a frame of reference
Safer than my own two eyes
And I know I've grown to like it when you're cold
And slightly calculating
Waiting for the dough to rise

So you can sink your cool grey teeth
Into my pale skin until the veins and gristle show
But I don't know what you're waiting for,
Dive right in; the water's fine,
The tide is out, let's blow

Or rather roll into some other valley
Deeper than the ones we known
And it's nice to think that I don't have a soul
But it's probably not the case, and in any case
I'll never know

Until I reach the other side of a great big hole
And conduct a few experiments
And I'm gonna die before I get home
So in spite of all my cheeriness

There's still the matter of serpentine hobgoblins
Constantly swelling and turning tides against me
I guess it's only a certain kind of problem
I've been struggling with and discouraged by

So let's see: take me at my word
That'd be a proper start
Make me say the things I should
Cause you must know that lately I've been burned
And I've got a copper heart
The interface don't work so good

So I resort to screaming bits of gibberish
Between seething yawns of downtime
Like a senile mystical Sipowicz
Then a warm reboot at dawn and now

I'm naked in the sun
Laid in for some kneedraggin'
Waiting for the rain to come
But I recommend you take it on the run
Get thee to a speedwagon
Race until the day is done

The battle's almost over now, the game half won
But you still have one more opportunity to play,
One move to make, but you freeze
And you shake and you say:

"Taken a little bit at a time, it's alright
But all at once it's a different kind of problem
And so I guess it's no wonder why you've gotten
Hot and bothered by my refusal to try

But then again, and I don't say this too often
There is another I can't abide solving
So now for once I have half a mind to stop it,
Drop it like it's hot as well as on fire"

credits

from Yes Boss, released June 9, 2008
(c) Graham Smith

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