Babble

BORING OLD REGULAR LYRICS//BACK

May I have a word?
A word of your advice.
  I know we're not that close but I just feel like I,
   if left to my own—left to my own devices
   I'll end up in some Hare Krishna kind of bullshit
 Misquoting holy works that have been co-opted from third worlds
    turned into this bastardized Sanskrit that I'll get tattooed lovely on the inside of my wrist—
  another bodhisattva anarchist forever outwardly blissed

Or did I miss the point with all of this?

All my nonsense aside
I know you're feeling tired.
  All the contacts that you've kept up with, the dialogue expires like bad milk.
  Or is that redundant? I'm not sure//
   why I think in endless metaphors my language can't afford

We took the fall with Babylon
We've tried this twice before
And though we feel the same We ain't got much to say
Through word of mouth I tried reaching out
Got this grey box in return-- "you've got to ease up on me a bit//why are you pushing this?"

Guess I'm a liar—
I said "I'm feeling fine"
  When the truth is that the fluid nature of our language, by design, leaves me unsure
  just what's the nature of this call
  Built cell phone towers towards the sky— it's time to watch them fall

We took the fall with Babylon
We've tried this twice before
And though we feel the same
 We ain't got much to say
Through word of mouth I tried reaching out
Got this grey box in return-- "you've got to ease up on me a bit//why are you pushing this?

Why am I pushing this?

Guess I'm a liar.