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Sunday, January 22, 2012
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Lyrics To The Songs On "Little Significance"
Track 01, "Finster"
Found a corpse lying prostrate on the floor
In the corner of a store
In my small town.
Showed around a photograph of what I’d found,
Went from door to door,
But no one knew his name.
Odd remarks: “Ran into him in the dark,”
“Saw him sleeping in the park,”
“He was a frightening man,”
“Used to stand on the corner and make grandiose
Displays with, ‘Hark!
The Lord is on his way!’”
So I buried him in my garden:
Marked the plot,
Took an honorable spot,
Built a paradise all around him.
His new home is a concrete catacomb
Of mosaic glass and bones
In artistic disarray,
It’s a display that will not pass away
‘Til the Lord rolls back the stone
When he returns one day.
As he waits for resurrection day,
I’ve put his words on plates
And hung them from the trees.
Hopefully all the folks in town will see
I built my will on his fate
And made something beautifully.
So I buried him in my garden:
Marked the plot,
Took an honorable spot
Built a paradise all around him.
As he turns to rot,
He’ll preach what god hath wrought
And never be forgotten.
Track 02, "Hometown Boy"
Rolling over 75 on Decatur Street,
I look at all the yellow and red lights below and I muse,
"I'm not jealous of you."
Night began its descent while I was still indoors,
But thanks to all the beautiful streetlights, it never gets dark,
No sir, not in Grant Park!
When I am old, I will live far away,
And I'll recall these as the good old days
A friend says, "There's so much out there for you to enjoy,
But make sure you don't forget your hometown, boy!"
Wave at strangers from the front porch, where I smoke with my friends,
Sitting, talking, all of these things I thought I couldn't say,
But they're okay.
When I am old, I will live far away,
And I'll recall these as the good old days
A friend says, "There's so much out there for you to enjoy,
But make sure you don't forget your hometown, boy!"
Track 03, "The Monument"
Old Grandma never did as she was told,
She could give, but never took, a scolding,
And one day I’ll be like she was.
Her mind, sadly, went first, simply because
Crazy is what senility does,
So I'll build something to remind
Me of my most important times.
I waited for you to come out from behind
The curtain; my dad acted to remind
Of a daytime TV talk show host,
I thought of you like I would of a ghost:
A brother’s what I always wanted most,
Both “bitter” and “sweet” were strong
To find out I’d had one all along.
We climbed up on the monument to see,
What so few had seen before, the deities
Lit this one ablaze far back,
To hide ourselves from them we dressed in black,
(Trespassing's a crime) I’ve got a knack
For enjoying little sins,
Against authorities on little whims.
Track 04, "Little Faith"
She held my hand inside her own,
Upside-down and open,
I held my hand open.
She read my lines
And recited a few of her own:
“Well, well, well, well
What do we have here?”
She said something familiar,
And all it took was just a little faith,
All it took was just a little!
The smallest tear in my skin
Was all she needed to be let in,
So she let herself right in.
Her eyes rolled back inside her head,
She started convulsing...
I closed my eyes and I ran away,
But she’d already gotten to me,
A rotten fool, what was I supposed to do?
Well, well, well, well
What do we have...?
She said something familiar,
And all it took was just a little faith,
All it took was just a little!
The smallest tear in my skin
Was all she needed to be let in,
So she let herself right in.
Track 05, "Little Significance"
Little significance, stay out of my life;
I want to mean something to somebody when I die.
Mild sufficiency, “I did the right thing,”
If I'd never been born would it have changed anything?
So I think I’ll tear this city down;
It’s not set up the way I want it.
Grow a new one from the ground
With water, seeds, and the sun shining on it.
How amazing! See it’s birth?
Perhaps from here we’ll found a nation:
Buildings made of trees and earth,
And better public transportation.
Vanity, vanity, I can’t help myself:
I do what I do, pursuing glory and wealth.
Vanity, vanity, the things I’ve long sought:
I do what I do because it’s what I was taught.
Bartender! Another round!
We’ll have a good time while we’re able!
The thoughts I’ve been tossing around
Are becoming more and more unstable!
I’ll sit back, let the world spin
There’s nothing I can do about it.
How it works, to my chagrin,
Leaves me little room to doubt it
Don’t need me.
Don’t worry,
I’ll be fine.
I’ll find something,
or I‘ll just make something up.
Safety and providence up on a cliff,
Is it truth or fiction down there in the abyss?
Sanity, sanity, come when you’re called!
If it were just that simple, perhaps I’d risk a fall.
Here I go.
Don’t yet follow.
Soon I’ll hit.
I’ll let you know.
Found a corpse lying prostrate on the floor
In the corner of a store
In my small town.
Showed around a photograph of what I’d found,
Went from door to door,
But no one knew his name.
Odd remarks: “Ran into him in the dark,”
“Saw him sleeping in the park,”
“He was a frightening man,”
“Used to stand on the corner and make grandiose
Displays with, ‘Hark!
The Lord is on his way!’”
So I buried him in my garden:
Marked the plot,
Took an honorable spot,
Built a paradise all around him.
His new home is a concrete catacomb
Of mosaic glass and bones
In artistic disarray,
It’s a display that will not pass away
‘Til the Lord rolls back the stone
When he returns one day.
As he waits for resurrection day,
I’ve put his words on plates
And hung them from the trees.
Hopefully all the folks in town will see
I built my will on his fate
And made something beautifully.
So I buried him in my garden:
Marked the plot,
Took an honorable spot
Built a paradise all around him.
As he turns to rot,
He’ll preach what god hath wrought
And never be forgotten.
Track 02, "Hometown Boy"
Rolling over 75 on Decatur Street,
I look at all the yellow and red lights below and I muse,
"I'm not jealous of you."
Night began its descent while I was still indoors,
But thanks to all the beautiful streetlights, it never gets dark,
No sir, not in Grant Park!
When I am old, I will live far away,
And I'll recall these as the good old days
A friend says, "There's so much out there for you to enjoy,
But make sure you don't forget your hometown, boy!"
Wave at strangers from the front porch, where I smoke with my friends,
Sitting, talking, all of these things I thought I couldn't say,
But they're okay.
When I am old, I will live far away,
And I'll recall these as the good old days
A friend says, "There's so much out there for you to enjoy,
But make sure you don't forget your hometown, boy!"
Track 03, "The Monument"
Old Grandma never did as she was told,
She could give, but never took, a scolding,
And one day I’ll be like she was.
Her mind, sadly, went first, simply because
Crazy is what senility does,
So I'll build something to remind
Me of my most important times.
I waited for you to come out from behind
The curtain; my dad acted to remind
Of a daytime TV talk show host,
I thought of you like I would of a ghost:
A brother’s what I always wanted most,
Both “bitter” and “sweet” were strong
To find out I’d had one all along.
We climbed up on the monument to see,
What so few had seen before, the deities
Lit this one ablaze far back,
To hide ourselves from them we dressed in black,
(Trespassing's a crime) I’ve got a knack
For enjoying little sins,
Against authorities on little whims.
Track 04, "Little Faith"
She held my hand inside her own,
Upside-down and open,
I held my hand open.
She read my lines
And recited a few of her own:
“Well, well, well, well
What do we have here?”
She said something familiar,
And all it took was just a little faith,
All it took was just a little!
The smallest tear in my skin
Was all she needed to be let in,
So she let herself right in.
Her eyes rolled back inside her head,
She started convulsing...
I closed my eyes and I ran away,
But she’d already gotten to me,
A rotten fool, what was I supposed to do?
Well, well, well, well
What do we have...?
She said something familiar,
And all it took was just a little faith,
All it took was just a little!
The smallest tear in my skin
Was all she needed to be let in,
So she let herself right in.
Track 05, "Little Significance"
Little significance, stay out of my life;
I want to mean something to somebody when I die.
Mild sufficiency, “I did the right thing,”
If I'd never been born would it have changed anything?
So I think I’ll tear this city down;
It’s not set up the way I want it.
Grow a new one from the ground
With water, seeds, and the sun shining on it.
How amazing! See it’s birth?
Perhaps from here we’ll found a nation:
Buildings made of trees and earth,
And better public transportation.
Vanity, vanity, I can’t help myself:
I do what I do, pursuing glory and wealth.
Vanity, vanity, the things I’ve long sought:
I do what I do because it’s what I was taught.
Bartender! Another round!
We’ll have a good time while we’re able!
The thoughts I’ve been tossing around
Are becoming more and more unstable!
I’ll sit back, let the world spin
There’s nothing I can do about it.
How it works, to my chagrin,
Leaves me little room to doubt it
Don’t need me.
Don’t worry,
I’ll be fine.
I’ll find something,
or I‘ll just make something up.
Safety and providence up on a cliff,
Is it truth or fiction down there in the abyss?
Sanity, sanity, come when you’re called!
If it were just that simple, perhaps I’d risk a fall.
Here I go.
Don’t yet follow.
Soon I’ll hit.
I’ll let you know.
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