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 And I’ll buy an ashy bouquet The arsonists Are spraying propane But we’ll keep waltzing Anyway, anyway…. Another text, but it’s never from God So I keep watching highlights From 2001 I may be numb But damn, Jeter could swing it With my death mask on I drive my car Laughing at my fantasies Being so far gone If it weren’t so fast, I’d have hit it Kiss me in the morning And put my fears to bed When I cry flower petals J