- place setting, face letting off all types of signals
- things are not tranquil
- from an observants angle, it's obvious like a cankle
- there's emotions tangled
- a sailor's knot in the throat trying not to emote
- more screams than a regime in a sinking boat
- stranded in an ocean of thoughts
- shooting off flares no one's eyesight caught
- capsizing under water levels rising
- the captain of the ship riding till it's demise is
- the present, no wrapping, no guessing
- no breathing, no moving, no stressing
- even kiltered, numb feeling, pain filtered
- the burying alive of one name's what killed it
- on a ill tip took a pill then sip
- on distilled liqs chilled and still shit's real
- memories swimming with the fishes, and dolphins
- like some sea world exhibitiion, they're lost in
- the parts unknown
- wading a rock bed full of unturned stones
- unlearn the moans and bellyaching
- what's really jelly, inside a lifesaving donut
- sea sick, hunched over about to throw up
- face smeared by a warm mist
- then pierced in the heart by a swordfish
- bleed into the red sea
- waiting to black out so i'm no witness to the travesty
- trying to deep six it, iceberg and sink this
- madness, without a breathing apparatus
- the deadliest catch that proved to be a match that
- attached 8 tentacles to 4 ventricals
- gave a pull and now who's saving who
- foaming at the mouth till the face shades blue
- a buoy in the smog, with a smug grin installed
- when it all collapses and falls
- take a cruise around the world
- and have yourself two big balls
- as if i cared at all
- you're just a human tsunami brushing by me
- a clubbed seal that used to be alive and exciting
- i sit dockside while i'm writing, in the worst of storms
- hail and frozen rained upon
- a moist page is torn, as a pen rocks when pushed
- dipped in the ink of a poisonous octopuss
- locked in a bermuda triangle
- hung up on a hook real high and dangled
- above a section shark infested
- now never had a thought so rested
- your parts' been tested and rejected
- and no longer accepting disrespect from your direction
- grabbing the correct wind leaving a wrecked ship
credits
from The Happiest Sad Face,
released February 26, 2013
Written by Carl Kavorkian
Produced by Lou Cypher
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