Every single one has a story to tell
after The White Stripes
There is something to be said
for the reflections of light though a window,
boun ing off of the w ndshields of ars.
Only to be co.lected inside your eyes.
A basket of coffee table sweets, no?
Bass asking more of the speakers
than they can speak? Laugh with me!
A standing army of seven nations.
Have you never felt fury?
Deep inside your bones: fury.
Pure and gorgeous and engorged?
Capsule corporation that shit.
Bowling ball sized shit. Encap' it.
Seven nations? Seven ways to waste it.
Put your fury into daffodils.
Fuck you? @#$% me. Put that shit toward half the pills.
I'm just a full blown wizard trying to
make it with half the skills.
Sometimes with seven nations I try to mount the hill,
but when you're laughing with half the skill
I swallow the half pill still on the table
chopped up and promising me stable.
Not riding out like noir or detective hat label.
Keeping in mind the hand that rocked
my mother and the hand that rocked my father and
the hand that still rocks my broken glassed lined cradle.
I say I'm Cain, keep convincing yourself you're Able.
