You couldn't find odder colors in Picassos cupboards
Topless tuppers and art sparked from jostled jumpers
Fossil duster with a lot to uncover
And its a grind when im inside of the sprocket cluster
Why am I always buffin off the luster
Just to identify all the spots where I'm rusted
Then stash it away in my cache of aww fuck it
Folly spotter comical blunders my alma mater
Heigene is aieeeght you can fault my father
High priest of the cabal of the constant flosser
Kid with fidgets and digits with olives on em
Last call for the squadron of the pie faced high five gang
My pillow is a bag of spent rye grains
My fingers dream of shadow dancing on Steinways
In the wake they grind grains into wide planks
For me to glide straight over avalanche migraines
No trolley problems on TGI Fridays
Or CGI highways
I'd rather feast my eyes on a Lightwave
Tree rings live I could peek inside an ice age
Even eden had a dry phase
Still ima pray for sideways rain until my shrine breaks
I could have it and eat it but I don't even like cake
I dont like jello but I like the way it gyrates
I dont judge a book by how the spines shaped
But I do judge a foot by how it looks in some wine grapes
No MySpace blind dates
Just blind rage at all of life's dice games
Like I need a spy plane
Just to find the right way
To manage trying to write thangs on a tight time frame
Eyes trained on the brightside of the pyrite claim
It might take more than a croissant and a bite of melange spice cake
To get the neck of the zeitgeist craned
Five days of brined waste in a can in the driveway
Vs sustainable as a trite phrase
It leaves a bitter smack on the palate
And I could cringe at that but this ship'll wreck
If we dont mix some bags of cemented facts in the ballast
Theres food a plenty enough detritus in these ruined cities
To keep the looters busy and forevor stoop the pigeons
Remove the splinters upcycle em into tools for finches
Two for flinchin ain't a new invention
Crickets bats and nuclear weapons leveled up the losers grimace
No longer a youth on a mission thats a euphemism for crucifixion
My muse is my engine a hemi with mini Cooper pistons
But she gets super pissed when I use the kitchen and don't do my dishes
This is music for any human who is or isn't superstitious

Whats a brush for whats a brush for
Besides getting lost inside a junk drawer
Whats a brush for whats a paint brush for
Lived my whole life inside a junk drawer
Whats a brush for whats a brush for
The whole God damn world is a junk drawer
Whats a brush for
For the slight chance it might breathe some life into the unformed

Birds aren't real their imaginary avians
Inside job from back in the pre Cambrian
I Hail from the clan of the meek sapiens
Scapula reshaping into wings while I scream Adrian
From what their gathering gravity keeps failing him
So please please take me off your freaking mailing list
Yall are boring id rather gather stories from a trees radius
Wee baby steps gotta crawl before you marathon
But straight out the hole I been a head like a prairie dog
Larynx with merits from dropping carrots in the swearing jar
All aboard the carriage fore the pheromones start wearing off
This merry go is older than Jericho
The oldest polstice of flesh sulfur and sweat
On the fulcrum's edge holding my breath im still not over it yet
But even if I was id rather chew erasers for a buzz then turn Graphite into fuzz
Ill turn a halflife into a cabride with my buds
Like its my last night under the flashlight from above
No fadeaways just echoes in the alpine
And angels that breakdance on needlepoint soundbytes
Ether void outlines lost hope noises
All roads and choices lead to compost toilets