Bikes & Boats

Set the sails on the ten speed
And pedal the ship on the high seas
Either or, I'm moving towards
A dream of just being be free
Either or, I'm moving towards
A dream of just being be me
Set the sails on the ten speed
And pedal the ship on the high seas
Either or, I'm moving towards
A dream of just being be free

Never matured I'm a professional tricycler
Plucking at birds
If'n I'm likin' the tunes that they chirp
It's not the most productive of work
But you gotta have grist before you can grind
Caught up in that myth as prophetic as lies
Appalled by wisps of spores that divide
Chopped off at the wrist
The prosthetic still shines
This hook will fucking kill
Like it's sandy
Captains of caravels searching for landings
Islands of blank, corals of bland, these
Hulls won't make it far
Sailing over my sandbars
Those're pillers you can't stand on
Too shallow and dimwitted
The cowards akin to gulls en garde
Hovering, hunting
For trash and microplastics
When feathers get ruffled
They shake off the accents
And imposters syntaxes
Shit man, we all get taxed for sin
A classic, after that
The whole symphony of saxes
Blast a din, of the bastards jazz, that's within
One and all, the blues, do you recall the hues?
Rise and fall, I cruise
Round and round and round
The orlop on a penny-farthing
Tricks with a bicycle deck
Sort out the lowest card see
I made you look through the fourth wall my clever darling

Set the sails on the ten speed
And pedal the ship on the high seas
Either or, I'm moving toward
A dream of just being be free
Either or, I'm moving toward
A dream of just being be me
Set the sails on the ten speed
And pedal the ship on the high seas
Either or, I'm moving toward
A dream of just being be free
Either or, I'm moving toward
A dream of just being be me