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sane - wallacebreenmusic-wbm lyrics

[monologue]
he had disappointed himself more than anyone else. that wasn’t to say that he hadn’t disappointed others. the fact was that he had disappointed a lot of people who were close to him. the fact that they were disappointed in him was something that made him even more disappointed in himself. yet here he was, about to do the exact same things that had caused all the disappointment in the first place because he didn’t know what else to do

[verse]
it was just a burger. why couldn’t she understand that? she knew he’d completely changed his life around her eating habits, so why couldn’t she give him a break this one time? she wasn’t even supposed to have found out. yes, he had promised her and yes, he had broken that promise, but still in his mind, all it had been was just a burger
i guess we could discuss the implications of the phrase “meant to be.” that is if we wanted to drown ourselves in a sea of backwardly referential semantics and other mumbo*jumbo. maybe such a discussion would result in the determination that “meant to be” is exactly as meaningless a phrase as it seems to be, and that none of us is actually meant to be doing anything at all. but that’s my existential underpants underpinnings showing. it’s the way the cookie crumbles. and now i want a cookie

[interlude]
dollar on dollar
another day, another dollar
you know what they say
oh no

[verse 1]
i love the feel of wood curls flying off the lathe as i begin to shape the log in front of me. the sound of scr*ping changes based on the wetness of the wood, the speed at which the lathe is turning, and the type of cut i am making. the smell and feel of wet wood being turned are unique. the water is sprayed out as i cut through the different layers of wood. a log can turn into anything one’s imagination can think of with the right set of hands*on tools. i have those hands and imagination. i use all of my senses and intuition to create a beautiful object. that is why i enjoy turning wood
where do they get a random paragraph?” he wondered as he cl!cked the generate b*tton. do they just write a random paragraph or do they get it somewhere? at that moment he read the random paragraph and realized it was about random paragraphs and his world would never be the same
the amber droplet hung from the branch, reaching fullness and ready to drop. it waited. while many of the other droplets were satisfied to form as big as they could and release, this droplet had other plans. it wanted to be part of history. it wanted to be remembered long after all the other droplets had dissolved into history. so it waited for the perfect specimen to fly by to trap and capture that it hoped would eventually be discovered hundreds of years in the future
there wasn’t a bird in the sky, but that was not what caught her attention. it was the clouds. the deep green that isn’t the color of clouds, but came with these. she knew what was coming and she hoped she was prepared

[chorus]
stop it, mess it again
he couldn’t remember exactly where he had read it, but he was sure that he had. the fact that she didn’t believe him was quite frustrating as he began to search the internet to find the article. it wasn’t as if it was something that seemed impossible. yet she insisted on always seeing the source whenever he stated a fact

[verse 2]
the desert wind blew the tumbleweed in front of the car. alex swerved to avoid the tumbleweed, but he turned the wheel a bit too strong and the car left the road and skidded onto the dirt median. he instantly slammed on the brakes and the car stopped in a cloud of dirt. when the dust cloud had settled and he could see around him again, he realized that he’d somehow crossed over into an entirely new dimension
one dollar and eighty*seven cents. that was all. and sixty cents of it was in pennies. pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one’s cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied. one dollar and eighty*seven cents. and the next day would be christmas…
he read about a hike called the incline in the guidebook. it said it was a strenuous hike and to bring plenty of water. “a beautiful hike to the clouds” described one review. “not for the faint*hearted,” said another. “not too bad of a workout”, bragged a third review. i thought i’d hike it when i fly in from maryland on my day off from the senior citizen’s wellness conference. i hiked 2 miles a day around the neighborhood so i could handle a 1.1*mile hike. what a foolish mistake that was for a 70*year*old low*lander

[outro]
this sh*t is bonkers

[verse]
what?
there wasn’t a whole lot he could do at that moment. he played the situation again and again in his head looking at what he might have done differently to make the situation better. no matter how many times he relived the situation in his head, there was never really a good alternative course of action. there simply wasn’t a whole lot he could have done in that particular moment
with six children in tow, catherine raced to the airport departing gate. this wasn’t an easy task as the children had other priorities than to get to the gate. she knew that she was tight on time and the frustration came out as she yelled at the kids to keep up. they continued to test her, pretending not to listen and to move in directions that only slowed them down. they had no idea the wrath they were about to receive when catherine made it to the gate only to be informed that they had all missed the plane
then came the night of the first falling star. it was seen early in the morning, rushing over winchester eastward, a line of flame high in the atmosphere. hundreds must have seen it and taken it for an ordinary falling star. it seemed that it fell to earth about one hundred miles east of him
it was a rat’s nest. not a literal one, but that is what her hair seemed to resemble every morning when she got up. it was going to take at least an hour to get it under control and she was sick and tired of it. she peered into the mirror and wondered if it was worth it. it wasn’t. she opened the drawer and picked up the hair clippers
there were little things that she simply could not stand. the sound of someone tapping their nails on the table. a person chewing with their mouth open. another human imposing themselves into her sp*ce. she couldn’t stand any of these things, but none of them compared to the number one thing she couldn’t stand which topped all of them combined

[outro]
peace

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