Fall How I Wrote Elastic Man Lyrics

How I Wrote Elastic Man Lyrics

Im eternally grateful

To my past influences

But they will not free
me

I am not diseased

All the people ask me

How I wrote
"elastic man"*







Life should be full of strangeness

Like a rich painting

But it gets worse day by day

Im a potential
dj

A creeping wreck

A mental wretch

Everybody asks me

How I wrote "elastic man"







His soul hurts though
its well filled up

The praise received is mentally sent back

Or
taken apart

The observer magazine just about sums him up

E.g.
self-satisfied, smug







Im living a fake

People
say, "you are entitled to and great."

But I havent wrote for 90 days

Ill get a good deal and Ill go away

Away from the empty brains that
ask

How I wrote "elastic man"







His last work
was "space mystery" in the daily mail,

An article in leather thighs

The only thing real is waking and rubbing your eyes

So Im resigned to
bed

I keep bottles and comics stuffed by its head

Fuck it, let the
beard grow

Im too tired,

Ill do it tomorrow

The fridge is
sparse

But in the town

Theyll stop me in the shops

Verily
theyll track me down

Touch my shoulder and ignore my dumb mission

And sick red faced smile

And they will ask me

And they will ask
me

How I wrote "elastic man"