Beauty Rock basement. March or April. Snappin' on hippies.
Oh and to augment that last "file under:," let it be said that I truly meant no disrespect to Mr. Banhart's sincerity (like he'd care), it just came out that way and I didn't change it because I shall always love a perceived beef.
To the edge of the earth
Until the end of the world
Tell your friends, for what it's worth,
I don't care for them
I don't care
But hedge your bets and purse your lips
As you stretch your words across your
Genuine concerns; I'm aware of them
But it's all in a flick of the wrist
That's all it takes to forget you exist
So be scared
How do you think I think up this shit?
I just flip on a switch, and it's there?
Oh, I wish!
Well I swear though I can't grow a beard
Like Devendra Banhart
I can act sincere on occasion
I was down in the lab sketching plans and fan art
And as such missed the grand celebration
But now I'll have ample time to mend the ramparts
And prepare strange new fortifications
So fuck five more minutes, man, let the band start
We have all been sadly, sorely mistaken
And the only way to deal
Is to let ourselves heal
As we shake this place down to the ground
And I'm losing my appeal a bit
Each time I feel your fists
Moving my mouth around
To make frowns
How to not pick up a hint:
1. Lick your lips
2. Give up and quit
from Yes Boss,
released June 9, 2008
(c) Graham Smith, Thayer McClanahan