A History Of Care

Sit mix and get lost in a world Of sirens beeps and chirps and chimes Windowsill color wheel of fifths On lemon paper Blue ink on print Yves Saint Laurent At Dior's funeral I feel like I know him Oooooo All in all I'm in all black again Staring out at a plate rose too far left It got dark at six fifteen tonight I watched treetops distant red brake lights Up power line trail to east side peak Boys run through gap in Bruuuuusshh Isn't it beautiful wow I heard him say Like a cartoon I feel like I know him I crushed up the pistil in between My thumb and index finger I left the window open when I parked At immersive vista Oooooo I heard the moans from behind the windowpane I inhaled once and twice the gasp of thyme Yo La Tengo carried me home in good spirits Good spirits Good spirits Good spirits Good spirits Good spirits! Its a history of care but there's no relief There's no relief And I'm worried I'm worrr ieeeed I can't think straight It's a heritage of comfort It's a heritage of comfort But this lessens nothing And I'm getting nowhere And the Korg's body is silver And the synth's body is silver And the USB-C male to USB-2 female is silver And the power cord is white And the power cord It's the only time I ignore the ache When I'm sitting mixing Lost in a world of noises Lost in a world of screaming Ignore please the drums switch A farewell to hopeful days Wrapped in porcelain Wisdom worshiped Squirming condemnation I'm saved Yeah yeah yeah yeeaaahhhhh I could only ever pray for goals and good spirits Good spirits!