26 Jul 2009

expect nothing (song to gore vidal)

listen

don't tell me you expect nothing after
don’t tell me that's what you expect
don't tell me you expect nothing after
don't tell me you have no regrets
don't tell me you have no regrets

i'm just a philosopher peasant
i'm just a literary dwarf
and this life is the death of an ego
and rock is the birth of my soul, yeah
roll is a riff on the soul

i take comfort in your distain
outside of your floodlights, something remains
in the dark, in the dung, in the dank and the scum
something in me will remain
as everything of me goes down the drain

maybe you played the game harder
i thought i played hard but you're harder
it's not hard to be hard when you’re sure of yourself
it's easy to be, with those books on your shelf
those books that you wrote on your shelf

maybe guilt is just what you needed
maybe you should’ve been looking for jesus
and just maybe the inner light blinded you
and should is a word that i should not use
jesus christ

i take comfort in your distain
outside of your floodlights, something remains
in the dark, in the dung, in the dank and the scum
something in me will remain
as everything of me goes down the drain

my birth was a laughable accident
and yours was divinely inspired
and i look for god in the cracks in my floor
and you won't look back when they shut the door
you're tired and life’s a bore

i see your point, it’s a sharp one
it stuck through my eye, there was nowhere to run
but i don't think life’s a mistake
i relish the music you hate
cause that is the music i make

i take comfort in your distain
outside of your floodlights, something remains
in the dark, in the dung, in the dank and the scum
something in me will remain
something in me will remain
as everything of me goes down the drain
down the drain

don't tell me you expect nothing after
don’t tell me that's what you expect
don't tell me you expect nothing after
don't tell me you have no regrets
don't tell me you have no regrets

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