B612 - Grüvis Malt
Certain things about cubicle habitation magnify the unparallels in our relationships. "So, hey what's up? I'm (a) cancer." And I'm proactive, Desert Style--- I will not drink for forty miles – a labor born of need: a cesarean success. Self-inflicted or not, I find myself on the farthest star, foreign to everything like I woke up with a German tongue. Find yourself another backbone! You make me talk like a disgruntled housewife! Consider this song Jello on your chess board! What follows is a "subjective" study of objection to the relations I can't relate to: My 8:30 wake up call is a nailgun and a table saw I tiptoe through the sawdust a gamble with no tetanus and all my walls are undressed, not unlike a jail cell just more potential "Good morning sun, good morning cold floor!" a shower in the tower with no soap and no razor walktheboycookpotatoesstartcomputermakeatable run an office in a construction zone---drilling, lies, and a tireless telephone And at 1am when I finally take my inventory I'm confronted by the glaring contradictions of my story: I've never been so in debt I've never worked so hard I've never been so in love I've never been so scarred And if I wake up one day and find that we don't mix, don't be surprised if I move on and turn a prefix to a suffix. 8:30 wake up call / 11:30 fall out of my magnetic bed nailgun and a table saw / saw myself in the ceiling mirror tiptoe through the sawdust / still dusted from last night a gamble with no tetanus / shot myself one of these *wink* all my walls are undressed / dressed up in shiny pants not unlike a jail cell / I sell myself with every glance just more potential / potentially advancing my career with every tanning salon I'm steppin' into Good morning sun / Good morning smog / Good morning cold floor / good morning cigarette a shower in the tower with no soap and no razor / inspecting my reflection on the hood of my corvette walk the boy / sunglasses up / cook potatoes / top is down / start computer / pager's on / make a table / I'm LA bound Run an office in a construction zone / Call the office from the car phone / drilling, lies, and a tireless telephone / let the world know that THE MAN has left home and at 1am when I finally take my inventory / and at 12 noon when I take my first break / I'm confronted by the glaring contradictions of my story / I'm confronted at the crossroads--- take the lobster or the steak? I've never been so in debt / to me I've never worked so hard / for me I've never been so in love / with me I've never been so scarred / by me and if I wake up one day and find that we don't mix, don't be surprised if I move on and turn a prefix to a suffix 7:30 woke up from a sparkling premonition: I saw great things for this band, and by "great" I mean "money." I saw us selling alot of studded girls t-shirts I saw myself making more money off of you than you. All my walls are covered with legitimizing autographs not unlike the walls of a very temporary record label staff Good morning sun / good morning toupeheeeeeeeeeeeeeey cold sore Everything is seasonal within my closet doors walk the boy / jog a mile / cook potatoes / get a bagel / start computer / a Rolling Stone / make a table / and a bubble bath We got big things are on t
Artist: Grüvis Malt
Title: B612