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Dead in the water
It's not a paid vacation
The sons and daughters of city officials
attend demonstrations
It's hardly a sink or swim when all is well, if
the ticket sells
Out with a whimper
It's not a blaze of glory
You look down from your temple as people
endeavor to make it a story
And chisel a marble word
But all is lost if it's never heard
But I've got someone to make reports that tell me
how my moneys spent
To book my stays and draw my blinds
So why can't you tell whats really there?
And all I need is a great big congratulations.
I'll keep your dreams
You pay attention for me
As strange as it seems I'd rather dissolve than
have you ignore me
The ground may be moving fast but I tied my
boots to a broken mast
The difference is clear
You throw it in your cauldron
Rust and veneer, dusk and dawn, Steinways
and Baldwins
You start with a simple stock of all the waste
and salt to taste
But damn my luck and damn these friends
that keep on combing back their smiles
I saved my grace with half-assed guilt
And lay down the quilt upon the lawn
Spread my arms and soak up
CONGRATULATIONS!