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Something About Airplanes


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1. Bend To Squares
2. President of What?
3. Champagne From a Paper Cup
4. Your Bruise
5. Pictures in an Exhibition
6. Sleep Spent
7. The Face That Launched 1,000 Shits
8. Amputations
9. Fake Frowns
10. Line of Best Fit






1. Bend To Squares
Gravitated towards a taste 
For foreign films and modern plays 
But that machine could only 
Bend to squares five to six times 
Before your fingers came unwired

Weights down so that you could move forwards 

Pinch to snub that restless nerve 
And knock the wind from one last urge 
With two fingers in a rock glass 
Time passed and that was that 
Quite a slip, a loosened grasp 

Weights down so that you could move forwards

Oooh, what a way to cut lengthwise...



2. President of What?
I saw the scene unfold on a rainy Sunday 
Creases indicating fold that kept four walls from caving in 
I took a little more of what I take for granted 
And filled my plate with fear that gears would turn 
And wheels would roll away 

Something's got to break you down 

Entered the scene I'm told on I think it was Monday 
You drove straight through and mined that quarry 
For all it could bleed til dry 
I gave a little more til I got taken for granted 
Cause beautiful boys gave chase 
And when they arch your backbone 
It's such a dreadful sight 

Something's got to break you down

And I'll react when faces find you 
With jealous fits that gag and bind you 
Cause nothing hurts like nothing at all 
When imagination takes full control 

[Recording]
//For Years, I've been closely watching parents and children.
I've noticed how the success of children later on really starts very early, in the home.
All boys and girls are born with their own special talents.
These talents have their greatest chance to grow in a friendly, loving home.\\

I saw the scene unfold...



3. Champagne From a Paper Cup
I think I'm drunk enough to drive you home now 
I'll keep my mouth kept shut from under lock and key 
That's rusted firm, no lie 
Cause all these conversations wind
On and on...

Drinking champagne from a paper cup 
Is never quite the same 
And every sip's moving through my eyes 
And up into my brain 
At half past two about time to leave 
Cause the DJ's playing rhythm and blues 
A sad-sorry state stutter step to those slammin' grooves 
As I'm waiting around for you... 



4. Your Bruise
It's a backwards attraction to your forward eyes 
But you're so far-sighted that you can't place trust 
In what or who you recognize 

We sped the Plymouth cross the banks of the Mississippi River 
Mary Timony was smaller than a super ball 
Chitter-chatter all these secrets started giving me the shivers 
Plain and simply broken down near Olympia 

I think your bruise was understated 
Cause you can't feel this anymore 
It's getting bluer and you can't keep faking 
That you can't feel this anymore



5. Pictures in an Exhibition
I think you caught me on the downslide, downturn 
I was busy writing with a pen and paper, thin dreams
And all your plastic people with plastic hearts and smiles 
They had the worst intentions all along after all

The royal castle holds the mellow drama kings and queens 
And all their dazzling children, they're so regal, so clean 
With pristine fingertips they wash behind their ears 
And let their hair down til the audiences leave 

I'm definitely shaking 
The silence isn't breaking 
Backwashed and stranded memories 
Of something I thought could be