Holding Down the Laughter - Daytrotter Session

A styrofoam cup of mud in my good hand
Disembodied voice of God in a trash can
Eyes in the ashes, feeling for the future
Sleeping through the stakeout, researching the rumor

Mile, motor, a mattress, a memory
First, you were embarassed
Shit, how could you not be?
Tangled and teenage, mom at the movies
Voice ran out of words
It was awkward and holy

The gospel in your belly, the ache a little lower
"Back into the breach," you spoke as its owner
Syndicated sermon sang from the rafters
Anchors in your pockets, holding down the laughter

Speeding through your mind, your lust and your ego
A slingshot reminder to speed your libido
The parish goes to jelly, blissful and wasted
Your Vishnu eye slips open, pictures them naked, oh

In complicating your worst mixed message
You built and burnt a bridge
And scattered all the crumbs at the cliff
If she wants me, she'll swim for it

Brother, can you spare your alms or your arrows?
Thunderclaps are rising, I think that I should go home
To the basement back on Jumel Street
1996 and you're waiting there to tell me
"I didn't die, you dreamt it, you dreamt it"
"I'm as alive as your best good intentions"
"I'm sorry that I tricked you, you had to focus"
"Put yourself together and clear out the garbage, oh"

For all that effort, your slow-burn struggle
You forgot where you lived
She swept away the clues from the cliff, you're lost now
She swept away the clues from the cliff, you're lost now
She swept away the clues from the cliff, you're lost now
Remember it
The clues from the cliff, you're lost now
Remember it