Man Proposes, God Disposes - Sprain.mp3

[00:00.000] 作曲 : Sprain
[00:42.789][Instrumental Intro]
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[01:01.008][Verse 1]
[01:01.194]It’s about control or lack thereof
[01:03.344]A twist of fate, a change, a reversal
[01:06.030]The ox turned butcher, the slave turned master
[01:09.116]The band turned audience
[01:10.385]Cue the doe in headlights eye
[01:11.840]Response to roadkill diatribe
[01:13.884]Finally I am my own wind, ship, sails, and oar
[01:17.202]I will be your target
[01:18.509]I will stand here like an idiot with an apple on my head
[01:23.079]While you hurl response like some blasphemous arrow
[01:26.555]Thus a guilt most crushing, a Sisyphean guilt
[01:29.515]A heart hidden beneath the floorboards guilt
[01:31.888]William Tell Tale Heart
[01:33.374]A post-ejaculation man upstairs watching guilt
[01:36.297]Wet potential smeared across your stomach guilt
[01:38.866]And it’s entirely your own guilt
[01:40.744]Lacking any description worthy
[01:42.481]To subsume in just simple words
[01:44.592]Is a disservice to the blank sensation of
[01:47.152]When the sky has its way with you
[01:48.658]And you burn up in the atmosphere
[01:50.051]All creation whispers in your ear
[01:51.916]“Blessed is the dog defecating on your lawn, grinning”
[01:55.426]Inhale, exhale etcetera
[01:57.828]Animals eat animals etcetera
[02:00.151]Animals **** animals etcetera
[02:02.603]Do I have to spell it out for you?
[02:04.573]The words printed in supernova bold:
[02:07.045]“I am always riding these rotations around the sun
[02:09.725]I am always riding this pretty bow tied on top, so tight as to never come undone”
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[02:23.874][Verse 2]
[02:24.043]The same joke twice but the second time louder
[02:27.017]An ocean of intellectual people laughing
[02:29.790]Sailing idiot waters forever
[02:31.867]While advertisements like nooses hang
[02:34.494]Covering up Man Proposes, God Disposes
[02:37.428]In preparation for a test taken in a play
[02:40.223]I’m always writing in my head
[02:42.078]And in it your character imagines
[02:44.415]Men hung up on meathooks in a butcher’s shop
[02:48.074]And eyed by oxen dressed in fur coats and leather hats
[02:51.262]Animals eat animals ad infinitum
[02:54.045]Cast in a starring role as flesh
[02:56.341]While everyone else you know plays motion
[02:58.746]Spared details and generous skips to the good parts
[03:02.050]Signed by the sun with a wink and a thumbs up
[03:04.717]Dancing lucid in arachnid schemes
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[03:26.133][Verse 3]
[03:26.357]With arachnid reputation proceeding
[03:28.195]So contrary to a familiar soft
[03:31.041]A grasp for sense where there is none
[03:32.999]Sense is a spark between us
[03:35.266]Sense is a cross armed glance and silent nod between us
[03:38.682]Both shackled and accessed by a constant waltz
[03:41.942]Of pushing air and wagging tongues
[03:44.272]The intimate marriage of sensation and response
[03:47.299]An exchange of jargon from one orifice to the next
[03:50.791]All my thoughts are “Colorless green ideas sleep furiously.”
[03:55.049]All my thoughts, every one
[03:57.731]And through this I admire the farce of control
[04:00.782]And my total lack of wind, ship, sails, and oar
[04:03.117]Every grip sustained on tangible artifact
[04:06.533]Is an amusing thought and nothing more
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[04:09.907][Instrumental Outro]