Made it to art school, but you always knew you were too
coool
so you popped that gum in your mouth and blew out breath that was fresh, but found yourself in quite a mess, quite a beautiful, beautiful
mess
you loved some of the books, but what could they teach you? you love some of the teachers, but what could they preach to you?
escape artist made it out alive! HA
you walked in lowly to the art supply store bought yourself a drawing pad and a guitar, what a SCARE! what for, what for
you live on canned beans and stick to the paints and strings and the occasional
fling
your creations become serious and the songs become more profound, as your wild apartment blooms into a garden of spinning wheels
of spinning wheels
You take up a job where daydreaming is acceptable, and move on out of the way of your superiors when they walk in the room, punch in your time card, then continue on those silent a musings
jesting
throughout the day, throughout the day
you read very little and listen to even less but create a lot and thank the good lord for that!
The place smells of fumes and the streets beckon you, but you lay on top of the creations, high on it, high on it, high, high, high
high
YOU WHIP! YOU BANG! YOUR HEART IS SOBER FEEDING THE INSANE, you scrap everything
burn it
in a tin
can
and the clothes too
and your beard is long
you shave that too, yes
bloom, bloom,, bloom, bloom,
the next day you are ravenous and you eat five dollar burritos, two of them, you shave your head, in a tank top
you are on fire, a wild vulture
DOO, DOO DOO DOO, DOO
THE WILD VULTURE IS ALIVE
NEW YORK CITY IS BURNING
FIRE ANTS, FIRE ANTS, FIRE ANTS
NEW YORK CITY IS BURNING
AND THE WILD VULTURE IS ALIVE
Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 1:24 AM UTC
Made it to art school, but you always knew you were too
coool
so you popped that gum in your mouth and blew out breath that was fresh, but found yourself in quite a mess, quite a beautiful, beautiful
mess
you loved some of the books, but what could they teach you? you love some of the teachers, but what could they preach to you?
escape artist made it out alive! HA
you walked in lowly to the art supply store bought yourself a drawing pad and a guitar, what a SCARE! what for, what for
you live on canned beans and stick to the paints and strings and the occasional
fling
your creations become serious and the songs become more profound, as your wild apartment blooms into a garden of spinning wheels
of spinning wheels
You take up a job where daydreaming is acceptable, and move on out of the way of your superiors when they walk in the room, punch in your time card, then continue on those silent a musings
jesting
throughout the day, throughout the day
you read very little and listen to even less but create a lot and thank the good lord for that!
The place smells of fumes and the streets beckon you, but you lay on top of the creations, high on it, high on it, high, high, high
high
YOU WHIP! YOU BANG! YOUR HEART IS SOBER FEEDING THE INSANE, you scrap everything
burn it
in a tin
can
and the clothes too
and your beard is long
you shave that too, yes
bloom, bloom,, bloom, bloom,
the next day you are ravenous and you eat five dollar burritos, two of them, you shave your head, in a tank top
you are on fire, a wild vulture
DOO, DOO DOO DOO, DOO
THE WILD VULTURE IS ALIVE
NEW YORK CITY IS BURNING
FIRE ANTS, FIRE ANTS, FIRE ANTS
NEW YORK CITY IS BURNING
AND THE WILD VULTURE IS ALIVE
