2004-03-01 | JUMP AROUND

"February 39th"

leap into outer space with the elements that surround your face

bounce around the room with the birds made out of lace

the date just don't seem right, the fate just don't seem right

the night is out of sight, but the mind is turning white

pale and untrustworthy, soul sucked dry

bones start to push through above the thigh

hospitality unseen within the eyes and the spleen

i'm not green, but i was born yesterday in the eyes of the machine

there's a bib around your neck to catch all the bullshit that trickles down

there's a rope around mine, i'm trying to drown out the sound

desperate measures brought about by desperate speakers

godspeed, godflesh, gotta heat the sleek seekers

all of our pipe dreams are going down the drain

the tubes have been pressurized, the veins have been slain

flex your steel, let us know how being a man feels

cut off the feed connecting to your intelligence reel

suspend the circulation, get naked for good

free what's left of your mind, until the rest has understood

one day we'll all be dead

fortunately the menu won't notice

sorry, meant the calendar

maybe it's a menu for the evil vernacular

but if it happens on a leap day or year, maybe no one will hear

maybe no one will miss you if the angel stands clear

if he hides your memories, maybe they'll forget too

if he lets them remember everything, maybe they'll just forget you

if only the bad is surfaced then it might be selective

maybe forgetting you will for them be effective

throwing bottles at the screen won't change your channels

throwing bottles at the crow will turn him into a vandal

the broadcast feed is all that you need

if the cast is broad, then the mouths will bleed

i've got a joke that was never funny

i only told it to make some money

it was originally told to me in one of my past lives

where humour reigned supreme, and fear was just a lie

jokes weren't really funny, because funny was the norm

laughing was a way of life, and it was natural to conform

i only came back to present times to spread the gospel

but every time i start my act, the crowd gets hostile

they're too busy worried about everyone else

to find out what it is that sucks about themselves

if you ignore the calendar and ignore the time

you'll get to where we used to be, before the dinosaurs died

february used to never end

every breath we took felt like a 3 day weekend

every day was like sunday, because all we did was rest

in the comfort of our fortunes, we were naturally blessed

on february 39th we'd gather around

and it wouldn't end for days when the sun finally went down

now that day doesn't come at all

and you don't know enough about it to appreciate its rise and fall

or to understand that we need to reinstate it

if you knew what your life could be, you wouldn't hate it

- premature ejaculation | tantra +