by Jim Larson <larsonjmR.E.M.O.V.E.@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
>
Apr 23, 2008 at 02:39 AM
Tyler Trafford wrote:
> (This song rocks in every possible way, find it and listen to it.)
>
> Andrew Bird's Bowl Of Fire - Case In Point
>
> I'm a breather mail receiver
> And I don't know where I stand
> Not since someone informed me
> That my house was built on sand
> And it's not the earth beneath me
> It's just the concept of the land
>
> And I'm standing on the corner
> When the buildings they all fell
> If you blink once you're a goner
> Everything just goes pell-mell
>
> It's a real hard sell
> My conceptual hell
> Not even good for kindling
> When the buildings they all fell
>
> I'm a breather mail receiver
> Bottom feeder just getting by
> And you know it's all just par for the course
> But you blame it on some non-existent force
> Oh yeah, of course
> You know you can't ride the concept of the horse
> But still I try
>
> In a cartoon desert landscape
> With a pair of ACME jetskates
> Focused on my destination
> I seem to have forgot my station
> Now it's time to face the nation
>
> And I'm riding to meet you
> On a brown gray speckled mare
> But there's something that unnerves me
> Like I'm riding on thin air
> These few doubts deserve me
> Thinking no one really cares
> And I'm jumping over fences
> On this obstacle course
> But it seems I'm getting nowhere
> On the concept of the horse
>
> It's a real hard sell
> My conceptual hell
> Not even good for kindling
> When the buildings they all fell
>
> I'm a breather
> Bottom feeder
> How many liters
> Must I imbibe
> And you know it's all just par for the course
> But you blame it on some non-existent force
> Oh yeah, of course
> You know you can't ride the concept of the horse
> But still I try
>
Can too! Can too!
--
Jim