Jan 9 - 63 Lyrics

Jan 9 - 63 lyrics



This is an atypical day (it's the State we're in): 

Billow-beast clouds. Vibrant, bright like Spring. 

This is a turbulent drive, mixing bowl of good and bad 

Kooked by caffeine, Sky Wind Machine 

And the car absorbs it all - shake, shift, rattle at me 

(We're both suckers for scenery) 

Should weather not match the mood? 

Conjure old anti-trust flaws: 

Run from blue eyes, shun blue skies the same. 

Simplicity, where's the needle today? 

All stacks of hay... 

~ Jan. 9 / 63 degrees ~ 

Nonlinear thoughts on this linear road 

Bluster me. Entangle - spider web spun 

('Make hay while the sun shines...') 

We're not victims here; 

we choose our way, hunt the game 

Chase to balance empty palettes 

But there are emotions...and relatives and... 

I'm relatively poor with social ills. 

(Voluntary solitude doesn't pay the bills!) 

Finding balance, you'll find, is that poignant, pointy cliché 

Stacked of the scale, kick the bale in vain. 

Simplicity, where's the needle today? 

In...all stacks of hay. Hey! 

Pop up unannounced, take aim! 

'One Day' is today, and I'm on your tail... 

Fox and Field, crimson-gold (rich yield) 

Elusive... catch rest for the day. 

I don't want replicated History 

Fired in a kiln of silence and insecurity 

But you find sometimes that you've worked so hard 

your perspective has been chipped away 

And it's hard to speak the mind, when emotions don't take sides 

Find the balance: Show don't tell (are you still afraid of the pen?) 

We are the history of a coin! We are an out-of-control grin! 

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