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Outlaw Band of Clatter
The youth have teeth like tigers or tight ropes
Abundant mess of forest hair, d u r e s s
They charge the strings with their electric hopes
And bloody drum with battered sticks possess
(Refrain:
Tattooed wrinkles in flash pan of gray matter
In classic dress, this outlaw band of clatter)
(CHORUS OF VOICES:
The youth have teeth of forest hair
They charge with battered sticks.)
The youth have walked in circles, find themselves
In p r e e x i s t e n t footprints, m e r r i l y
Going round, and flying off crude music shelves
And plucking h e a r t s t r i n g s arbitrarily
(Refrain:
Tattooed wrinkles in flash pan of gray matter
In classic dress, this outlaw band of clatter)
(CHORUS OF VOICES:
Find themselves merrily
Going round arbitrarily)
B a d a $ $ at one time - a m i l l i o n to one
W O N over generous v e n e r a t i o n
They wore suits as they melted in the s u n
The-sin-of-getting-old g e n e r a t i o n
(CHORUS OF VOICES:
veneration
plucking heartstrings
a million to one
tattooed wrinkles
under duress
outlawed by the youth
alzheimers
parkinsons
walkers
death beds)
They wore suits as they melted in the s u n
The-sin-of-getting-old g e n e r a t i o n….
(CHORUS OF VOICES:
They wore the sin of getting old)
Copyright ©
Kim Rodrigues
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