Spicy Paragraph
Every once in a while, a song comes to me so fast and so clearly that it forms itself into a completed idea from a simple pair of chords in just minutes. Such was the case with this song. I wrote it yesterday in about 15 minutes. I’m releasing it to you now so that I don’t have a chance to mess it up with over thought.
It’s called “Spicy Paragraph”. It’ll be on the Dogs Are Better Than Cats EP. Here are the lyrics:
I guess you followed me here, I can’t say that I object
Phone book thrown on the floor after years of neglect
I’m just wishing for rain to wash out all these insects
It won’t come, I’m insane to waste time on such concepts
Politicians, pigs in shit
There are no heros on either side
Fold now, cash in your chips
The dealer is tongue-tied and weary eyed
Fog circles in your mind
And you do not mean to hurt these ideas flowing like gold in a river of sewage
Take from me
Walk all over my pride with the soles of your dirty, heathen feet
You pray for a cleansing shower, but this county is a dust bowl
Take from me
Celebrities, bugs in a jar
There are no heros on either side
Bomb churches and hospitals
Shoot up your school, or commit suicide
Pipe bombs are effective if you just lure them to potential threats
Like moths to an open flame ignite like matches for your cigarettes
Subversive centrifuge testing out all of our morals like midday news
Muslim haters all in a row, saying that they are the holy ones, and to take it from them
