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just around five o'clock
the cars are screaming around the block
the boy is scared and looking around
and screaming a little bit anxious
i think he's searching for his mother
what did you find on the white van?
facing this prospect i set out for todays
over introspection i feast upon decay
around me is miss fortune, my avenue, our spades
digging all the so-called diggers digging his own grave
permit me, mr. indecision, watch his machine cave
end up on itself and watch one debit i win and mince our way
the seats are best from over there out beyond the shade
my diggers in their dirty coats their attitude of spays
passing the inspection now
now this is every day
special forces special boots
the stomper comes to pay
fancy men so oversuited for the final days
keep the prince in timely chintz
ring out the barren child at bay
christen me disaster, at least thats what i say
into which the thing determines which way she decays
keeping loads of sunshine i love the job i play
digging out this whole shitty world
digging it today
white world
captain, what else did you find?
not all i'll find
feeling negation
my vindication
to know nothing exists
opens up and water lift
fortunes of my emptiness
silly putty open door
looking up to take it out
settle in and catch a show
residuation
yell indication
feels like a clock i ate
ticking in this toxic state
ready for an occupant
suck it up to sniff the bait
sniffing out the weakest link
rising from the righteous stink
see stimulations speak
to take a piece of me
over towards the light
pull the chain we're burning bright
in a fall to break the rope
firmly placed around my throat
inching worm of sand becomes
a slipping through my finger burn
aesop seclusion
my old intrusion
upon my waking state
each of us must face their fate
crawling wicked crawl some more
broken body gray on floor
pulling through the face of love
pushing back to push some more
the cars are screaming around the block
the boy is scared and looking around
and screaming a little bit anxious
i think he's searching for his mother
what did you find on the white van?
facing this prospect i set out for todays
over introspection i feast upon decay
around me is miss fortune, my avenue, our spades
digging all the so-called diggers digging his own grave
permit me, mr. indecision, watch his machine cave
end up on itself and watch one debit i win and mince our way
the seats are best from over there out beyond the shade
my diggers in their dirty coats their attitude of spays
passing the inspection now
now this is every day
special forces special boots
the stomper comes to pay
fancy men so oversuited for the final days
keep the prince in timely chintz
ring out the barren child at bay
christen me disaster, at least thats what i say
into which the thing determines which way she decays
keeping loads of sunshine i love the job i play
digging out this whole shitty world
digging it today
white world
captain, what else did you find?
not all i'll find
feeling negation
my vindication
to know nothing exists
opens up and water lift
fortunes of my emptiness
silly putty open door
looking up to take it out
settle in and catch a show
residuation
yell indication
feels like a clock i ate
ticking in this toxic state
ready for an occupant
suck it up to sniff the bait
sniffing out the weakest link
rising from the righteous stink
see stimulations speak
to take a piece of me
over towards the light
pull the chain we're burning bright
in a fall to break the rope
firmly placed around my throat
inching worm of sand becomes
a slipping through my finger burn
aesop seclusion
my old intrusion
upon my waking state
each of us must face their fate
crawling wicked crawl some more
broken body gray on floor
pulling through the face of love
pushing back to push some more
Lyrics submitted by gothic_hobbit
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This song always makes me think of something I remember from the early 80’s, when I was 5 or 6.
There was rumors or maybe “reportings” (..the fogginess of youth) of an old conversion van with a tear-drop window on its side that was creeping around the neighborhood, kidnapping little kids. The kids (allegedly) disappeared forever...
Though, there’s a turn this song takes. 2/3 of the way through, it spews stream-of-consciousness Ohgr speak - slipping down the psych slide into a ball pit of hallucinogenic spittle. But with such a hooky melody!
Alas, perhaps I am a voluntary hitchhiker on the lost highway of the white van.