The Plank Will Nod, And You Will Go
Youngblood Brass Band
The plank will nod, and you will go
Hello Chasm, you friendly endnote
With a few well-placed swords
Hello Dawn, maternal grey that hasn't decided to meet the sun's demands
It was that bastard with the line
The man we call "finish"
The place that nothing cross
He doesn't see a palm, a hue
He sees you hurl toward him, and snaps
Just when there's a rhythm get a little bit of salt in your eye
The price of living, get a little bit of love and you die
Be underwater, only coming up for minimal time
Write a letter to the hidden girl under the line
I read it all and let it be known
I got a new kind of grammar, article prone
And so but tearing you apart at the dome
Hal calls in from a particle phone
Original syn-tactical drone
"For whom is this supposedly fun?"
Dave: nil/OED: one
A different set of normals, like winning a crying contest
Like looking at your eye in the mirror before
Telling the glass guy where to blow it
The lowest form of flattery, my crushing you
Play not the space above the instrument
Tie your hammock to the sky and take your leave
But the king pales too eventually, the people will say
A full sail doesn't matter when your boat is fake
Pink whale you imagine with an elephant face
In the pool not invited to your personal wave
Get bent, get a new meaning out of the shape
Get straight, get a new mouth out of the pain
Open up and the words come tumbling in
No fair, get a bump and you're humble again
You don't really want to trouble your friends
You don't really want to suffer the lens
You don't really want to...
(Go)
And you call your friends and you make a list and you pick up a pen and you stare at it
And you set up a screen and you miss what you miss and you want to believe when she praises it
There's not enough light and a whole lot of fish and more to process than you're comfortable with
And the water is clean and the words feel right, but the eye...
What did you see? What did it mean?
For whom is it fun, the setting sun?
How does one speak without being seen?
How does one make the plank break?
How does one leave the silent mark?
How does one play the final part?
What did you see? What did it mean?
How does one make the plank break?
I see a dark proposition:
The black hole with glittering teeth, the one condition
The dust on your tongue clotted with apologies
The topology of a noose; prefix porn
The glow, the glare
And Lull, skulking like a kid in the corner
Still, after all the dirty rungs ascent
The scalding coin above, your family below
The plank will nod, and you will go
And you call your friends and you make a list and you pick up a pen and you stare at it
And you set up a screen and you miss what you miss and you want to believe when she praises it
There's not enough light and a whole lot of fish and more to process than you're comfortable with
And the water is clean and the words feel right, but the eye...
What did you see? What did it mean?
For whom is it fun, the setting sun?
How does one speak without being seen?
How does one make...
What did you see now? What does it mean now?
How did you make out the last shape?
What did you see now? What does it mean now?
How do we fill in the blank page?
What did you see now? What does it mean now?
Why did you take out the final joke?
What did you see now? What does it mean now?
How do you tell the plank no?
compositores: David Henzie-Skogen
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Hello Chasm, you friendly endnote
With a few well-placed swords
Hello Dawn, maternal grey that hasn't decided to meet the sun's demands
It was that bastard with the line
The man we call "finish"
The place that nothing cross
He doesn't see a palm, a hue
He sees you hurl toward him, and snaps
Just when there's a rhythm get a little bit of salt in your eye
The price of living, get a little bit of love and you die
Be underwater, only coming up for minimal time
Write a letter to the hidden girl under the line
I read it all and let it be known
I got a new kind of grammar, article prone
And so but tearing you apart at the dome
Hal calls in from a particle phone
Original syn-tactical drone
"For whom is this supposedly fun?"
Dave: nil/OED: one
A different set of normals, like winning a crying contest
Like looking at your eye in the mirror before
Telling the glass guy where to blow it
The lowest form of flattery, my crushing you
Play not the space above the instrument
Tie your hammock to the sky and take your leave
But the king pales too eventually, the people will say
A full sail doesn't matter when your boat is fake
Pink whale you imagine with an elephant face
In the pool not invited to your personal wave
Get bent, get a new meaning out of the shape
Get straight, get a new mouth out of the pain
Open up and the words come tumbling in
No fair, get a bump and you're humble again
You don't really want to trouble your friends
You don't really want to suffer the lens
You don't really want to...
(Go)
And you call your friends and you make a list and you pick up a pen and you stare at it
And you set up a screen and you miss what you miss and you want to believe when she praises it
There's not enough light and a whole lot of fish and more to process than you're comfortable with
And the water is clean and the words feel right, but the eye...
What did you see? What did it mean?
For whom is it fun, the setting sun?
How does one speak without being seen?
How does one make the plank break?
How does one leave the silent mark?
How does one play the final part?
What did you see? What did it mean?
How does one make the plank break?
I see a dark proposition:
The black hole with glittering teeth, the one condition
The dust on your tongue clotted with apologies
The topology of a noose; prefix porn
The glow, the glare
And Lull, skulking like a kid in the corner
Still, after all the dirty rungs ascent
The scalding coin above, your family below
The plank will nod, and you will go
And you call your friends and you make a list and you pick up a pen and you stare at it
And you set up a screen and you miss what you miss and you want to believe when she praises it
There's not enough light and a whole lot of fish and more to process than you're comfortable with
And the water is clean and the words feel right, but the eye...
What did you see? What did it mean?
For whom is it fun, the setting sun?
How does one speak without being seen?
How does one make...
What did you see now? What does it mean now?
How did you make out the last shape?
What did you see now? What does it mean now?
How do we fill in the blank page?
What did you see now? What does it mean now?
Why did you take out the final joke?
What did you see now? What does it mean now?
How do you tell the plank no?
compositores: David Henzie-Skogen
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