something new.
"bake sale on inverness"
i go from state to state
with some bread i baked
i got some hands to shake
i got some smiles to fake
i got some miles to make before i reach the border
i got to find a place to eat with some hot food made to order
and a phone call to place but i think i'm short a quarter
i need a place to hang my hat when my skull gets soft
i need a place to rest my head when my mind's aloft
i need some nick knacks
patty whack
give a dog a bone to pick
some tic tacs
a caddy shack
a kitten with some wounds to lick
a sinner with an angel's kiss
a devil with an axe to grind
i'll give them all a piece of bread
and in return i'll only ask the time.
i've travelled too far to sport a good walk
and i'm too low on funds to let my money talk
and i've spent far too much time trying to chase the clock
so now i only invest in what could raise my stock
'cause years are costly
minutes are affordable
i'm standing by the sundial when my wristwatch is portable
there's a whole line of people shouting "you could never handle her"
i've spent too many seconds trying to monopolize the calendar
so when i find time i'll stop it
and move on to pickin' pockets
leave your eyes in your sockets
while i'm opening your locket
i'll bet
i'll get used to the idea, once i'm lovin' it
the bread might be done but you should use an oven mitt.
they're kneading the dough on acapulco
they're letting it rise on alverez.
there's some bread in the oven up on rochester
and it's set to be served on inverness.
my soul starts at the spot where my chest is indented
it's a paragraph
a narrative about the time elapsed
there's no story to tell
just some recycled scriptures
i'm a garage salesmen trying hard to sell some family pictures
if you like souveneirs you can take me home tonight
i'm a broken beer bottle from a drunken bar fight.
i'm a beer-battered embryo held in just the right light
i look like a smiley face someone made on lite brite
magnadoodle do
take me home to roost
i'm your chia pet
i'm sure to sprout roots if you get my skin wet
with the right amount of light and a chance to catch my breath
i'll be strong enough again to accept the onset
place your bets
close your eyes
bite my neck
no surprise
my blood's been sucked dry once before but you can give it a try.
you can have a slice of bread to dip into the bite mark
wrap the rest up and but it back inside the bread box.
this is my hand and it's bigger than yours
but i'll never use it to hold you back.
it's known around here that when it rains it pours
but our floorboards are rarely known to crack.
out there they like to say that knowledge is power
around here we tend to value wisdom
around here there's not much to say about touch
'cause we don't touch, we feel
and we expect you to know the difference.
to the man who doesn't trust
ambiguity's a must
she doesn't even like hip-hop
i should know better by now...
to the journal keepers using a pen to write
speak your mind
she doesn't even like hip-hop
come inside.
they're kneading the dough on acapulco
they're letting it rise on alverez.
there's some bread in the oven up on rochester
and it's set to be served on inverness.