Uploaded on Sep 18, 2009
a faulty chromosome - our poor boorish head
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There is an angel-hair pasta fine line between peaceful discussion and violent attacks. I cannot listen to most talk radio or any kind of television "news." It makes my heart beat faster and I notice that I begin to tense up. I was walking past a park where they were having abortion protests and these punks were SCREAMING at these old ladies with picket signs, as though that would fix anything?
It is clear that frustration has to be overcome in order to make any kind of change. That pacifism is really the only solution, otherwise you become the monster you hate. But oh man, is it hard not to rip off someone's head sometimes. For me, I noticed that when I start to think that someone is stupid for not being able to be as good as me at something, that's when I start to treat them without empathy. That when I forget that I am not perfect, I am capable of berating someone. So I'm trying my best to stay calm, to listen, and to remember that I am nowhere near perfect, and neither is anyone else.
Lyrics
But we are all verdant, prickly sycophants rooted like a plant with the wrath of our pedantic rants
like petrified by pentagrams -or- what amounts to crude line-drawings of a circle with a star inside
Oh, I try so hard to be better than a donkey in a sweater squiiiiishing sentences together
braying indecipherably about whether us gloomy Gus' got the guts to go for what's right...
mumbling fumbling diatribes with lines like:
what a nice day to sever our poor, boorish head and let it float with the clouds
Yeah i should do that right now! I should do that, right? NOW!
wait, nono, please don't decapitate, your moro reflex activates, asthma attacks and then you faint
and all of the complaints pouring out of our vituperative mouths are just us losing control
(that's not the goal here!)
foisting fingers, huffing haughty, scolding others like they're naughty
isn't helping anybody when our throne is just a gaudy commode.
And what we're told has us go la la la la la la I'm not listening!
(and that's why i'm insisting Hey..)
what a nice day to sever our poor, boorish head and let it float with the clouds
Yeah i should do that right now! I should do that, right? NOW!
And if it feels like your skull has been dipped in lead
it's time to, sever our head, sever our head
and when you wish that it could fly like a balloon instead
we've gotta sever our head, come on let's sever our head!
sever our head! sever our head (oh!)
we've got to sever our head. sever our poor, boorish head
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