Bright Eyes
Cartoon Blues

I listened to a lecture of nonsense till dawn,
By a plagiary poet with dark glasses on.
He said, "How did you ever dream up that song, the one where the baby dies?"
I said "I'll tell you the secret, which one's your good ear?
Yeah, people are made up of water and fear.
If there weren't women present we wouldn't be here,
So let's make like we're friends."

And the pot turned to powder and soured the mood,
And the people I'd come with were gone from the room.
So I asked like a child, "May I be excused?",
And disobeyed them all.

Into that late-night latrine,
Rain soaking through my shoes.
I tried walking backwards to get less confused.
Working off the theory I could never prove;
That it was life itself to blame.

In time we'll win the world,
Like a failed revolution.
A tumor we could not remove.
An old friend.
A constant.
The blues.

Now my days are distractions, sit wringing my hands,
Solitaire, crosswords and films on demand.
When you turn from a cartoon back into a man,
You start to smell that human smell.

So I sleep with the fan on to drown out the street,
And the noise rising up from the bar underneath.
But for that inconvenience all my drinks are free,
So I guess it's just as well.

Why do I envy the ending right from the start?
Just get it together to take it apart.
Watching the horse as it follows the cart,
I sweep up my broken spell.

And I felt something changing the world,
Like a new constitution.
A thief I would have to pursue,
At all times,
At all costs.
The truth.


Mirror lyrics:

The truth.
At all costs.
At all times,
A thief I would have to pursue,
Like a new constitution.
And I felt something changing the world,

I sweep up my broken spell.
Watching the horse as it follows the cart,
Just get it together to take it apart.
Why do I envy the ending right from the start?

So I guess it's just as well.
But for that inconvenience all my drinks are free,
And the noise rising up from the bar underneath.
So I sleep with the fan on to drown out the street,

You start to smell that human smell.
When you turn from a cartoon back into a man,
Solitaire, crosswords and films on demand.
Now my days are distractions, sit wringing my hands,

The blues.
A constant.
An old friend.
A tumor we could not remove.
Like a failed revolution.
In time we'll win the world,

That it was life itself to blame.
Working off the theory I could never prove;
I tried walking backwards to get less confused.
Rain soaking through my shoes.
Into that late-night latrine,

And disobeyed them all.
So I asked like a child, "May I be excused?",
And the people I'd come with were gone from the room.
And the pot turned to powder and soured the mood,

So let's make like we're friends."
If there weren't women present we wouldn't be here,
Yeah, people are made up of water and fear.
I said "I'll tell you the secret, which one's your good ear?
He said, "How did you ever dream up that song, the one where the baby dies?"
By a plagiary poet with dark glasses on.
I listened to a lecture of nonsense till dawn,


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