Silly Lyrics

We're going back

The same way

After all

We're going back

The same way

After all

We're going back

The same way

After all

Through rough noise and hush ploys

Hush puppies and big guppies got real lucky

Finger licking like Kentucky

Finger picking and got plucky

Chest out, heart stucky on a breakbeat

And I'm stuck thumbing on the 88th key

And I think I've struck something up

With why they want to break me

I was missing something big

I was missing something big

I was missing something big

I create a mood in a subliminal way

An explanation for this invisibility is just something to say

And this sound is a performance

Non-dominant, but its support is enormous

Suppose I supplement with...

Back!

The same way

After all

We're going back

The same way

After all

We're going back

The same way

After all

We're going back

The same way

After all

Suppose I supplement with sounds that I forage

Sorting their contents into an orifice

I step across continents and breathe in the oracles

You think that it's inaudible and that is adorable

And that right there is the core of the parable

I reject the style if it is not wearable

But sometimes the clerical can be unbearable

So I spindrift to a shore where the air is so

Not so aerosol and sensory overload

Just slowly resonating and not throwing me overboard

I was missing something big

A map of the world on my wall

Either it existed, or it's gone

A fire down all of our streets

Our worldly possessions deleted

I wanted to raise up my face

Its pace was heavy and uneven

We may be able to break free from what's apparent completely

The same way...

After all we're going back the same way

After all we're going back the same way

After all...