“My love” she said, “Can we go on a trip before we’re old?”
I told her true: “I’ll follow you to any place you go”
And when I stood to pack my stuff, she sat my ass back down
She said I was hers and she was mine forever, starting now
Then she took two tabs out of her bag and put them in our mouths
“Are we here, or did we disappear?” she said to me
“We’re fine” was my reply, though I could hardly see
When through the ceiling’s eye I saw us tangled on the ground
Our dreams all intertwined with lies we’d told and lies we’d found
She told me: “Honey, all is one”
My blood ran cold with doubt
Cause it’s not easy tripping with the one you love
When every little feeling that you feel
Is half as real, but twice as real
And every word you say just goes away
“Do you see the way the walls can breathe?” she might have said
I might have told her “yes”, I might have thought “fuck no” instead
Until indeed I watched the walls inhale and slowly fill
And though outside the seasons seemed to change, the clocks were still
We laughed until we cried our eyes out
Clean over the hill
Now, when at last the visions passed I noticed something strange
Though we were more-or-less young as before, our love had aged
No longer was my every word to her a song
No longer did her gaze erase my everly flaw
I couldn’t say what happened, only that the trip was long
Cause it’s not easy tripping with the one you love
When every little feeling that you feel
Is half as real, but twice as real
And every word you say just goes away
No, it’s not easy tripping with the one you love
And every little feeling that you feel
Is half as real, but twice as real
And every word you say just goes away
I’ve got a toilet where my heart once was
To flush out the bad love
That was burying me
I sent it all under the city
Through old pipes and pretty
Soon out to the sea
There’s a full tank of gas in this little clown car
Put your suitcases in
We can drive til it’s morning again
If that’s alright.
It’s sad to say but there’s no doubt:
Good flows with the bad out
And spirals in kind
O, the toilet where my heart once was
Flushed out all the bad love
And left nothing behind.
I woke up driving somewhere southeast of Smithfield
Doing fourteen in a fifty-five with no hands on the wheel
A headlit caravan beeped trailing back behind
Ahead a neon arrow glowing in the sky
A voice spoke:
How many turds take you?
Far though the scales tip to your side
How many mornings wake you
To a heart-drop, sad to be alive?
We have no answers for you!
No holy playbook to abide
Just a two wiener special
Don’t you feel special?
Down to the freckle?
Two seagulls fly in place, suspended in the wind
One to the other says “I think it’s happening again…”
This guest has overstayed. This land is not my home.
One last communion at the System before I go.
The choir sings:
How many turds take you?
Far though the scales tip to your side
How many mornings wake you
To a heart-drop, sad to be alive?
We have no answers for you!
No holy playbook to abide
Just a two wiener special
Don’t you feel special?
Down to the freckle?
credits
released September 22, 2016
Words and music written by Douglas Poole.
Recorded by Caleb Townsend.
Artwork by Clayton Schiff.
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Years ago I saw someone play the game made to promote this, ever since then this song's been a main part of my high school life. 6 years later I'm here to give some back. Thank you for the good times, Jerry. milquetoasty
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Just a beautiful jazzy rap album with buttery smooth flows versed with huge talent. It's not only lovely to the ears, but the lyrics are profound and empowering about the struggles that she faces. zhangtastic
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