Strange Currencies: A Podcast For Songwriters

Well, it isn’t much to boast about Jump the fare Get choked out Our fine metropolis Can be… inelegant Harder to say Without being paid What they take out of me Monday through Friday The bureaucratic arm Can be negligent But one bat of your eyes And baby, I’m sold Out of the lie The teleprompter told Anyone can shout from a rooftop And pretend they are omniscient You keep me singing You keep me sane You spare me from the logic Of my obsessive brain Without your presence Darling, I’d barely be sentient Chorus: This world can go down in flames I’ll be Holding an ashy bouquet One-of-a-kind minds Homogenized through identity cliché But me and you, we’ll keep waltzing Anyway, anyway…. Another text, but it’s never from God So I keep watching baseball highlights From 2001 I may be numb But damn, Jeter could swing it Treating disillusion by watching Youtube The screen, window and couch My fortress of solitude If it weren’t so fast, I would’ve hit it Kiss me in the morning And put my fears to bed Whe