I am no starving artist with a goatee
living on the streets,
prophesying for the pennies,
breaking down the beats.
I'm spoiled by the idea
life is just a shadow of what's real.
I have never known pain past the primal
woken up to find I am homeless in denial
and I wouldn't know evolutionary survival
if Darwin bit my heels.
Oh I'm just a washed up clue
of what might have been the next movement, or two,
under different circumstances, I might have been huge,
but thank (your) God, I'm not.
I have seen miracles I can't remember.
I have seen hate from January to December.
Those I thought were strong - so easily dismembered,
and this verse is so cliched,
so if you see me,
be sure to look away quick.
I might steal your soul or make you semi-openminded,
I think as a people we are gagged and we are blinded,
but who am I to say?
Oh I'm just a washed up clue
of what might have been the next movement, or two,
under different circumstances, I might have been huge,
but thank (your) God, I'm not.
Because I hide my anger under sadness
only God can fully feel.
And I am sad because I've got it easy.
Life's a steal for me.
And though I'm told the world will only disappear,
I'd like to change it while I'm here,
and I am met with only fear, and disbelief.
I am no epic poet with an ego.
I post emo lyrics like an instant message credo.
I was raised on PBS, so baby, why don't we go
to the Land of Make Believe.
Round these parts I'm no threat to faith, or reason,
I am just a mammal with a certain knack for breathin'
and committing random acts of sodomitic treason
(knock your daughters off their feet)
Oh I'm just a washed up clue
of what might have been the next movement, or two,
under different circumstances, I might have been huge,
but thank (your) God, I'm not.
Because I'd hate to cause the moral rupture
of a country that is punctured by a devil in disguise.
So you're right - blame the problems of this nation
on my own recruiting station.
Kill me fast and everything will be alright.
I don't mean to sound sarcastic, angry, or crass,
but I'm getting used to dead last.
And the weight of my own words.
Let's forget I said a thing, and just ignore this.
Faith in earthly law is pure bliss.
So they say, and so tonight
we can't see the sky for all the lights.
Britt Kusserow is a queer singer/songwriter who has lived in too many places. Her latest album, “After Or Before,” is a
collection of new songs as well as older songs, reimagined. Britt's lyrics frequently explore existential and spiritual themes, and they are influenced by artists like The Indigo Girls, The Weepies, and Tracy Chapman....more
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