Lirik Lagu The Modern Adventures Of Plato, Diogenes, And Freud - Blood Sweat & Tears
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Father of my morning,Once my child to the nightI see that you have minds to copAnd I can only watch the sickened sorrow
Little do you knowof the progressions that you teachthe people that you reach are tiredof livin' in a world of elastic towersdance with them and sing a song of changesand talk with them of life and all its dangerssurround yourself with now familiar strangerswho kiss and who hug and eventually mug you of your time
And the clock on the wall is a boreas you wander past the doorand find him lying on the flooras he begs you for some more, you frozen smile
You cannot ever picture meyou know me by my thoughtsA file for your travelogueoblivious to the night, the fog around youThe germs they are rediculousthey bother you at nightthe blood that rushes to your brainthe ticket on the plane you're never catchingthe price you pay exclusive of your taxesto chop you up inside with tiny axesthe girl looks up to you from floors she waxesand speaks to your belt with tears among her eyes
and the clock on the wall is a boreas you wander past the doorand find him lying on the flooras he begs you for some more, you frozen smile
The metaphysic wrinkles in the face of what you faceAre hidden by the fake-up manwho lives inside the sterno can beside youNow climb ye to the mountainsas the sun is almost goneescaping from your other selvesyour brothers hide among the shelves inside youthe games that people play can only bore youbut only those that know you don't ignore youhow many times have I come there to restore youAnd caught you lying on the couch with father time
and the clock on the wall is a boreas you wander past the doorand find him lying on the flooras he begs you for some more, you frozen smile
Little do you knowof the progressions that you teachthe people that you reach are tiredof livin' in a world of elastic towersdance with them and sing a song of changesand talk with them of life and all its dangerssurround yourself with now familiar strangerswho kiss and who hug and eventually mug you of your time
And the clock on the wall is a boreas you wander past the doorand find him lying on the flooras he begs you for some more, you frozen smile
You cannot ever picture meyou know me by my thoughtsA file for your travelogueoblivious to the night, the fog around youThe germs they are rediculousthey bother you at nightthe blood that rushes to your brainthe ticket on the plane you're never catchingthe price you pay exclusive of your taxesto chop you up inside with tiny axesthe girl looks up to you from floors she waxesand speaks to your belt with tears among her eyes
and the clock on the wall is a boreas you wander past the doorand find him lying on the flooras he begs you for some more, you frozen smile
The metaphysic wrinkles in the face of what you faceAre hidden by the fake-up manwho lives inside the sterno can beside youNow climb ye to the mountainsas the sun is almost goneescaping from your other selvesyour brothers hide among the shelves inside youthe games that people play can only bore youbut only those that know you don't ignore youhow many times have I come there to restore youAnd caught you lying on the couch with father time
and the clock on the wall is a boreas you wander past the doorand find him lying on the flooras he begs you for some more, you frozen smile
