Missing (Not Stolen) (Live)

I am beginning to worry my parrot is ill, but he dodges interrogation
I'll say how are you feeling today, and he'll say how are you feeling today
I'll say do you want a Ritz Bit, and he'll quote Nietzsche

In the first essay of Genealogy of Morals
Nietzsche claims the lamb cannot separate "strength from expressions of strength"
That the lamb holds the bird of prey "accountable for being a bird of prey"

We felt the sun for the first time
Against the curve of our cheeks and the shield of our brow-bones
It hurt to keep our eyes open
It hurt even more to blink and miss a thing
The awe was everything we'd hoped it'd be

Revel in the delicate balance between expansion & destruction
Between pushing too far and not far enough

It is not that we seek to break the fleeting, feathered things
We only want to hold them in the cradle of our jaws

But it is impossible for me to be alone in this city
Not when I have the Tuesday noon siren
A lucky penny on the sidewalk outside the now-closed Lucky Penny diner
The kindly tone of the lady reminding me, for my own safety
To keep my head up and my phone down while riding MUNI
The voice of the BART station assuring me all the elevators are working
Every one of my disembodied companions - if you know something, tell me

After all, lily pads can't make themselves
They have little dogs and the little dogs have little dogs
And the dogs of the little dogs have even littler dogs
And they all have fleas, and the fleas have fleas, and so on...

And so on the backs of a many-backed creature do we build our many backed beds
And so do we call them dams, and them damsels

And I can manage most of that, an understatement for a comforter but no top sheet
A two hour window, a sunset
I came into a shit bar and there are parts of me I really don't like
Saying the word love
It's like trying to cover the ocean floor
With a single bucket of paint