Amputees Make Bad Swimmers (Chapter I)
What's with me and stars, gardens, blue light, and the trees?
Sometimes I feel like Poseidon losing control over my seas
Came face to face with God and it left a scratch on my sanity
But before I go down I have a feeling I'm taking you with me
Now the boat is capsized, vessel smothered, making it hard to breathe
Our biggest worries below us, hiding in the water we cannot see
Paranoia and curiosity get the best of me
Turn upside-down and catch a glimpse of what's under but now I cannot see
What this means to me (better to scold than coddle)
A fury of stilted speech sparks the tide,
Ride it deep to your muse birth (better to drain what follows)
Drink it slow
Taste the undertow of pretension (before the rain unbottles)
The liquid embryo congeals in your throat when all you take away
Is that my metaphors blow (look at the swill you'll swallow)
A lonely road, badly paved and hollow
Stepped in a hole, fell into a flooded tunnel
Before you rowed up, before you came up shallow
Before you echoed you'd rather drown than swallow this
It's not the same as being afraid to swim underneath the sea
And it's not enough to picture your arms as limbs of a tree
But I've got you here with me
I've got you, and you can't leave me
Push away, crawl away, but you'll never leave me
Sometimes I feel like Poseidon losing control over my seas
Came face to face with God and it left a scratch on my sanity
But before I go down I have a feeling I'm taking you with me
Now the boat is capsized, vessel smothered, making it hard to breathe
Our biggest worries below us, hiding in the water we cannot see
Paranoia and curiosity get the best of me
Turn upside-down and catch a glimpse of what's under but now I cannot see
What this means to me (better to scold than coddle)
A fury of stilted speech sparks the tide,
Ride it deep to your muse birth (better to drain what follows)
Drink it slow
Taste the undertow of pretension (before the rain unbottles)
The liquid embryo congeals in your throat when all you take away
Is that my metaphors blow (look at the swill you'll swallow)
A lonely road, badly paved and hollow
Stepped in a hole, fell into a flooded tunnel
Before you rowed up, before you came up shallow
Before you echoed you'd rather drown than swallow this
It's not the same as being afraid to swim underneath the sea
And it's not enough to picture your arms as limbs of a tree
But I've got you here with me
I've got you, and you can't leave me
Push away, crawl away, but you'll never leave me
Credits
Writer(s): Chris Alfano
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Other Album Tracks
- Amputees Make Bad Swimmers (Chapter I)
- Hedgehog's Dilemma (Chapter II)
- Hedgehog's Dilemma (Chapter III)
- Schizorabbit and the Face Parade (Chapter IV)
- Schizorabbit and the Face Parade (Chapter V)
- Rotating Crib Toy (Chapter VI)
- Rotating Crib Toy (Chapter VII)
- Unfamiliar Ceiling (Chapter VIII)
- Lonely in Your Arms (Chapter IX)
- Interpretive Decorating (Chapter X)
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