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I spend my nights alone with shapes
The squares stay up much too late
Saying, "What if we were circles? Now wouldn't that be great!"
And the circle says, "See that's the thing, not even I am ever satisfied!"
But the cricle couldn't prove a "point", not even if he tried
And the triangles they don't talk much
Out of fear of being rude
So they just nod to certain comments like it's what they're forced to do
And when this night of ours exhausts, by the time our dialouge is through
We realize we're flat and boring man, we just wish we all were cubes
Groove
And I'm a long ways from home!
The walls are speaking
Their heavy breathing is always keeping me awake when I'm sleeping
The floors fall apart
The beating of its heart will stop and then start, and the walls call this art
See, the walls and the floor are always at war,
Which just causes more between the ceiling and doors
And the windows get caught in the crossfire of shots from the battles they fought,
so the wood starts to rot
Now they're all dying or dead
They just lie there instead of rocking my bed or pounding my head
O, and the silence is nice, but to my own surprise,
This room without night-life just won't suffice, but that's life
Life, when you're a long ways from home!
credits
from
Live Improv 2011,
released February 9, 2011
Live in Springfield, and Aurora, MO. Filmed by Jake Brevall.
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