a Song (in E)
Spittin' in Harvard yard;
Man, I wish I had my guitar,
I could really write something.
Maybe it’d move you,
Maybe you’d know the tune;
You could leave here humming.
But it’d sound all the same to me.
Can I still connect to what I sing?
As far as I can tell,
I’ve gone too numb
To have anyone compel
Me with a song.
Don’t take it back a degree.
"Just make it like you want to see
Something really change around you."
I shouldn’t have to sacrifice
Expression like it’s a vice.
"There’s plenty left to be sung...." Indeed,
But it’d sound all the same to me.
Can I still connect to what I sing?
‘Cause as far as I can tell,
I’ve gone too numb
To have anyone compel
Me with a song.
As far as I can tell,
I’ve gone too numb
To have anyone compel
Me with a song.
Limbo
20 something years old:
Stuck in limbo.
Have a drink with me.
Make me feel better.
I’ll ramble ‘til I think I have an answer,
But who am I kidding?
There’s so much shit that I don’t know:
What’s next, where to, when will I outgrow
Being in limbo?
20 something years old:
I've only bought what I’ve been sold,
And I talk with my hands,
And I eat my feelings,
And all this time I thought that I was willing,
But now I have a chance (…even though)
There’s so much shit that I don’t know.
What’s next, where to, when will I outgrow
Being in limbo?
Excitement is the first thing to go.
Who will I be and why is my money so low?
Oh how I loathe it so: being in limbo.
Stay the Same
What would it take for me to care what you’re sayin'?
I mean I find myself listenin', but I don’t feel like facin'
Your politricks and easy answers that piss me off.
Plus I wouldn’t know the first thing to fix. It’s wrong,
But why don’t I just go on claimin'
That my endless justification
Doesn’t tell me that I’m more than willin'
To stay the same.
Nuance and moral ambiguity, and hypocrisy:
Someone stands a little taller and they influence company.
Why do I have to best you?
I could admit when I’m wrong, but oh what good would it do
Whenever I just go on claimin'
As if my endless justification
Doesn’t tell me that I’m more than willin'
To avoid the blame? (Oh what a shame!)
Well why don’t I just go on claimin'
That my endless justification
Doesn’t tell us that I’m more than willin'
To stay the same.
If I don’t save face and embrace the discomfort,
It’s less likely this will all pull me under.
In the Afternoon
Do I love you
Like I’ve always said I do?
It might be that I’m only caught
In the failed idea that love is something you don’t have to work through.
It can come right out of the blue,
And it's not like I ever want it to,
But sometimes, oh sometimes,
The moon shows itself in the afternoon.
I understand as much as I can,
Information that comes my way.
Yet all I know
Is that time and shape can sway as if they’re part of a cliché (hey).
It can just come right out of the blue,
And it's not like I ever want it to,
But sometimes, oh sometimes,
The moon shows itself in the afternoon.