Jean Cocteau

by Past Portland

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lyrics

Pregnant adjectives cloud my mind

While similes plural where there’s time to find

I’ve got nothing to read in between the lines

I’ve got no need to waste my words…. what’s the waste worth?

Every annual birth moment…. so discontent and spent

This year was the worst one yet, and it went

Year after year meaning less and less

In the end, left alone to clean up the mess

Jean Cocteau was right about what he wrote

He said being sober is like being broke

So I say raise a glass, cheers to the highest bidder

Getting rich so fast, but you’ve never been sicker

We’ve got things on our minds - we’re educated fools

And you’d better believe we’ve got time to lose,

So YOLO… and give Drake a big driver of screw

If you’ve got something to prove c’mon let’s move!

1-2 who’s coming for you

3-4 get up off that floor

5-6 I’m gonna rock this beat until I break my drumsticks

Let’s sit and talk about these candles unlit

And the darkness taking place while on this verse I spit

Cuz it seems that we’re having a hard time finding joy

While so much of the world’s YOLOin’ away like a toy

It’s the brokenness of believing in the world’s lie

It’s got us strung out and it all flies in July

Buy more, get more, you do you

But then the bottom drops out and we’re screwed

They’re sayin’ do it yourself or someone can buy it for you

But that game’s a joke, if only it were true

Roadsides (are) full of puppeteers that pull strings

Controllin’ how we move and the way we sing

It’s time to be done and cut free of this future

Those bastards are done diluting the life that was pure

So raise ‘em high and put your bottoms up

The tables have turned - I’m in control of this stickup

1-2 who’s coming for you

3-4 get up off that floor

5-6 I’m gonna rock this beat until I break my drumsticks

The last one’s gone and I’m headed home

This is the sound my mind makes alone

See I’m no greater than Gatsby, I’m just like him

Just a man with an empty heart full of sin

Everyone loses themselves for a time

How hard they look determines what they’ll find

Behind blind eyesight, the ear always hears

Truthful silence of yester years

I write with a pen what I cannot record

My soul and heart’s song can’t bind to these chords

In my dusty and unread book of prayers

Which I’ve scribbled for my Lord in need of repair

Above all else, I want to seek His will

And I hope one day, I’ll see and be still

This boat rocks hard and this world’s not so heavenly

Get up and get down, this is our reality

1-2 who’s coming for you

3-4 get up off that floor

5-6 I’m gonna rock this beat until I break my drumsticks

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released December 14, 2014
Tyler Leeper, Chad Hewitt, Sam Erickson, Isaac Joslin

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