Honey let the record play
the’ve got a lot of shit to say
I hear it in their voices but
can’t hear it in their phrase

I swear there’s meaning there, profound
though none of it has yet been found
we shouldn’t let that stop us
Listen on through the malaise

or second thought, let’s turn it off
We’ve better ways
to waste our days

than listening to another folk guitarist-hack

drag drag drag drag drag
lean head back blow through it, man
keep your feet off grass

I suppose that I’m not crazy
But If I am I hope that you
will take time from your busy day
and try to help me make it through

to a point where I’ll recuperate
or at least one where I’ll understand
the truth of my malignant fate:
my life was written in the sand

My only hope, to wonder now
to cling to my failing cognizance
I’ll take the time to take a bow
and settle for indifference
But as your needle stabs me through
I wonder how this all makes sense