Souvenir

It's the lazy theologian
 The clumsiest poet
 Stumbling through the poplar grove
 And doesn't even notice
 Though his toes bled a little
 The bathroom's a sacred space
 If faith is under the left nipple
 That's the king, no Martin Luther
 You might have seen him riding on a, green Markham scooter
 Clutching a Hewlett Packard computer
 Indeed, he's ageless like Treva Throneberry
 I don't worship Norse gods or stone fairies
 At home on a cracked iPhone
 Alone and hairy, casting post-modernist abra cadabra
 It starts like this
 Dum dum dum dum doo (I don't know)
 I thought they might have killed me
 So I read the Hagakure
 On a very long drive
 From Chicago to here
 Holding viking spears
 And I cried a lot of tears
 But you know I kept an ox bow lake
 In my thoughtful cave
 And we both thought in gray
 Or shades
 Maybe even monochrome
 This monotone is great
 To the monotony
 Sought it's own philosophy
 To justify the dimples in its face (in its face?)
 So we made a couple sticker packs
 And pretended we didn't hear
 When white fans said "nigger" fast
 Ummm, there's pollo in this menudo
 I'm the newest fellow in this group though
 And they're all feasting on my naïveté
 I guess it's picture day
 I guess it's pizza day
 If purity of heart is to will only one thing
 Then you have some explaining to do
 I can rap like the Afghan
 I can rap like my last name was "Blackman"
 I can rap like the son of Mike Ladd
 Let me take out a full-page Vice ad
 That supposes it might ask
 If underground hip-hop was just one tight fad
 This is an all-seeing-eye eye patch, if I might add
 Got many styles
 This time just tryin' to follow Milo
 These days, most the time
 I'm chillin' in the hollow
 The sea slacks
 Back in high school I wanted to be abstract
 Not like Q, but pretty cool
 In my heart
 Was always more Busy Bee than Moe Dee
 Lunch line headsets had me thinking yoghurt backwards
 Plug in the bathysphere
 Lake Champlain is crystal clear
 I owe it to myself to speak free
 Kelly brought me green tea ice cream
 I could never forget
 Eating sushi off ten dollars
 Feeling rich
 That was '06
 Then I wrote a lot of mean shit
 But only got love in my heart
 To go along with all them sad ships
 That never came
 But that's just life
 And life is strange
 How do you change the way you change the way you feel?
 Rain to wash the window clear
 Wipe away constellation atmosphere
 Blue lagoon, my isolation
 Now I'm paper plane folding
 Myself into a fortune
 Hoping some missing ocean will find some luck
 Met Brother Question once
 Life in a fish bowl leaves me floating in the punch
 Just trying to stay sober
 Never read the Hagakure
 Think you'd loan me a copy?
 I'm still stuck on Murakami
 Calvino looming
 Looking down from vistas coolly
 Through open windows moving
 Grass on sand patch, move
 Swathed by red clouds, see dead sounds
 Dead sea snails – circling metamorphisis
 Circling dumbly lit intellectual grumbling
 Circling humbly
 Numbly picked from keypad
 Like Cabbage Patch Kids
 Picked from key-latch
 Dream Lee's sagged denim logo tags
 Wondering sullenly
 Will Tiger ever recover comfortably
 Hang heroes' heads on pillows eve
 Makes more humans relate
 Makes more human mistakes
 My humanity places head next to dinner plate
 Eat myself
 Without feeding myself
 Sometimes retreating inside cell walls
 The band simply plays on
 Sitting, wishing you were here
 Next time you're gone
 Just remember to buy yourself a souvenir
 
 It's the lazy theologian
 The clumsiest poet
 Stumbling through the poplar grove
 And doesn't even notice
 Though his toes bled a little
 The bathroom's a sacred space
 If faith is under the left nipple
 That's the king, no Martin Luther
 You might have seen him riding on a, green Markham scooter
 Clutching a Hewlett Packard computer
 Indeed, he's ageless like Treva Throneberry
 I don't worship Norse gods or stone fairies
 At home on a cracked iPhone
 Alone and hairy, casting post-modernist abra cadabra
 It starts like this
 Dum dum dum dum doo (I don't know)
 I thought they might have killed me
 So I read the Hagakure
 On a very long drive
 From Chicago to here
 Holding viking spears
 And I cried a lot of tears
 But you know I kept an ox bow lake
 In my thoughtful cave
 And we both thought in gray
 Or shades
 Maybe even monochrome
 This monotone is great
 To the monotony
 Sought it's own philosophy
 To justify the dimples in its face (in its face?)
 So we made a couple sticker packs
 And pretended we didn't hear
 When white fans said "nigger" fast
 Ummm, there's pollo in this menudo
 I'm the newest fellow in this group though
 And they're all feasting on my naïveté
 I guess it's picture day
 I guess it's pizza day
 If purity of heart is to will only one thing
 Then you have some explaining to do
 I can rap like the Afghan
 I can rap like my last name was "Blackman"
 I can rap like the son of Mike Ladd
 Let me take out a full-page Vice ad
 That supposes it might ask
 If underground hip-hop was just one tight fad
 This is an all-seeing-eye eye patch, if I might add
 Got many styles
 This time just tryin' to follow Milo
 These days, most the time
 I'm chillin' in the hollow
 The sea slacks
 Back in high school I wanted to be abstract
 Not like Q, but pretty cool
 In my heart
 Was always more Busy Bee than Moe Dee
 Lunch line headsets had me thinking yoghurt backwards
 Plug in the bathysphere
 Lake Champlain is crystal clear
 I owe it to myself to speak free
 Kelly brought me green tea ice cream
 I could never forget
 Eating sushi off ten dollars
 Feeling rich
 That was '06
 Then I wrote a lot of mean shit
 But only got love in my heart
 To go along with all them sad ships
 That never came
 But that's just life
 And life is strange
 How do you change the way you change the way you feel?
 Rain to wash the window clear
 Wipe away constellation atmosphere
 Blue lagoon, my isolation
 Now I'm paper plane folding
 Myself into a fortune
 Hoping some missing ocean will find some luck
 Met Brother Question once
 Life in a fish bowl leaves me floating in the punch
 Just trying to stay sober
 Never read the Hagakure
 Think you'd loan me a copy?
 I'm still stuck on Murakami
 Calvino looming
 Looking down from vistas coolly
 Through open windows moving
 Grass on sand patch, move
 Swathed by red clouds, see dead sounds
 Dead sea snails – circling metamorphisis
 Circling dumbly lit intellectual grumbling
 Circling humbly
 Numbly picked from keypad
 Like Cabbage Patch Kids
 Picked from key-latch
 Dream Lee's sagged denim logo tags
 Wondering sullenly
 Will Tiger ever recover comfortably
 Hang heroes' heads on pillows eve
 Makes more humans relate
 Makes more human mistakes
 My humanity places head next to dinner plate
 Eat myself
 Without feeding myself
 Sometimes retreating inside cell walls
 The band simply plays on
 Sitting, wishing you were here
 Next time you're gone
 Just remember to buy yourself a souvenir