The Hollows - WHY?

As I lay me down to fall asleep

With my demons dying

And my pilot light weak

I curse the last six months

I’ve been hiding behind a mustache

Yeah

And to those last 10 years

I’ve been howling a paper moon

Well fuck you

This goes out to all my underdone

Other-tongued

Lung-long frontmen

(This is what the ghost of someone’s dad says)

And all us earth growths

Some planted

And some pulled

(Shut up and put your money where your mouth is)

You shine a flashlight in

A hat box and spin

An empty oyster shell

And celebrate the hollows

This goes out to dirty-dancing, cursing

Back-masking, back-slidden pastor’s kids

(From behind bars its not so hard to see he’s risen)

And all us earth growths

Some planted

And some pulled

(Nobody finds god and then goes to prison)

In Berlin I saw two men fuck

In the dark corner of a basketball court

Just a slight jingle

Of pocket change pulsing

In the tourist park I lost 50 euros

To a guy with the walnut shells

And the marble

It really pissed me off

So I thought I’d go back

To get my money

But all my homies warned me

«Oh no, those gypsies

Prolly got knives»

This goes out to all my under-brewed

Double-duped, two-time truth-fools

(Stop thinking a phone call

Or text is too complicated)

And all us earth growths

Some planted

(Like a married uncle at a family function)

And some pulled

I got them shaky gums and a couple of loose tooths

Now tell me what should I do?

My God, the clock’s always

Stuck tellin' 11:11, at 3:32

Even just Joanna Newsom’s left hand

(I could beat the pants in bass off your best man)

(This is what the ghost of someone’s dad says)

And all us earth growths

Doin' the croak

Like it ain’t no joke

In a crowded room projected debonair

Aloof impermanence

He shrouded loosely

In a heavy air of indeterminance