Translucence

I never understood a word that he said
But he spoke so eloquently
He'd speak of things future and past
But never live presently

He was the king of idiosyncrasy
But somehow you'd get the truth
He'd say "onomatopoeia I wouldn't want to be ya"
Then do just like you do

Steam floats through a cold room
As I shower with no lights on
I crack another shower beer
As this depressive state lingers on

So I sing
"Hey, la la. Hey, la la"
Now we're having fun
"Hey, la la. Hey, la la"
Yea I guess life goes on

Self transcendent, incandescent
A walking metaphor
Never as it seems, but always what it means
Who could say for sure

So I sing
"Hey, la la. Hey, la la"
Now we're having fun
"Hey, la la. Hey, la la"
Yea I guess life goes on

"Hey, la la. Hey, la la"
Yea I guess life goes on.



Credits
Writer(s): Scotch Swango
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