Eyedea (Oliver Hart)

Soundtrack of a Romance

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I could vividly recall my mood the day that art was murderedThe wind blew a thin layer of dust on my garden birdEverything you knew was sideways and phallicThe highways traffic added to Friday`s madnessThe warm wrinkled skin loosely hung of earnest cheekbonesBelow eyes designed to bury the wolf under a sheep`s clothesSome peoples sang, a few begged for changeA young girl skipped a long with her hand glued to a candy caneI, however, walked with my back to it as usual Wanted to turn this dark comedy into a musicalI`m used to reflecting the sorrow the world reflects at meWe`re forever intertwined as the anxious and angryThe gloom moves into oxygen, consumed to keep me lost withinA mushroom cloud of toxins deposited to leave the prophets doomedThere I sat on a lead infested picnic tableWaiting to be born, carefully evading mating season`s evil hornsI keep performing for the poets and philosophersBut they don`t know I was insane before and became popularI lose something every time I leave my houseTrying to gain something by running my mouthMy conscience don`t hold a grudge against my impulseHonesty should be the best policy but it`s not that simpleHave you ever had the sky inject a cloud into your lymph nodesSo all you see is how she gazes through a frameless window?Everyday I have a new argument with myselfWonder how I got this far up the ladderBut by now I should have failedCan`t go to heaven, never learned how to prayOh well, Rather be in a place with less people anywaySomewhere between a snare and the extra-tire hogwashI got caught in a motion of a sex-inspired god talkMy long-lost lover left me to date a real artistAin`t it strange how the whole story can be told through a guitar riftI`m a pretentious vendor of inventionA sentimented way of staying the center of attentionTake my advice and never take my adviceI haven`t left my own head long enough to really know about lifeBut I dug dirt out of the ground and found Plato`s time capsuleInside was a note that said, "sorry I lied"Part of my pride was dead the second that you talked to meAnd I knew that no matter what lied ahead you wouldn`t walk with meSo alone I traveledClown shoes through dirty speed infested tourist coloniesTricking revolutionaries into thinking my recordsA new age life-insurance policyThen I`m offAnd before they get the chance to give me a dirty lookTheir money`s spent at Borders on a brand new Christian Amerdy bookA sturdy hook deserves a better catch phraseBut I`m only still here because they can`t detectNeurotic tendencies with x-raysIt was a perfect day to sit and watch the windCause the recognition of my insanityMade me want to be hip-hop againI make music to ride to, to cry to, to die to,Times two, and finally realize you`re alive toI make music to vibe to, to close your eyes toBreak your mind from each vault that sits inside youI make music for survival, to find youTo hide from the landscape humanity went blind toI make music to rhyme to, to waste time toTo die to, to realize I`m alive to

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