Mountebank

Another filthy Austin band cashing in our drink tokens and falling in love all too quickly. Garage rock//alternative//indie folk • Hippie Crippler • "Borne on an Elliott Smith cusp, with a moon rising in Cat Stevens/Tea for the Tillerman winsome pop." —Laurie Gallardo, KUTX Austin Music Minute • live • original • lyrics • sxsw • videos • shows • tour • album • EP • podcasts • twitter • instagram

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Babble On

by Mountebank

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 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.

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