(belew/fetters/nyswonger)
Full color cover shot
Self magazine
Where the limos go
People start to scream
Shiny women on a yacht
These are things i ain’t got
None of the above
Top ten well dressed men
Every hair in place
Author, skier, millionaire
Epitome of taste
Always willing, always hot,
All these things i am not
None of the above
I wish i was invisible,
Intelligent or pretty
But i’m none of the above
Full color cover shot
Self magazine
Where the limos go
People start to scream
Shiny women on a yacht
These are things i ain’t got
None of the above
Top ten well dressed men
Every hair in place
Author, skier, millionaire
Epitome of taste
Always willing, always hot,
All these things i am not
None of the above
I wish i was invisible,
Intelligent or pretty
But i’m none of the above
I am, i self alone,
Realise, i never had to use no-one.
When it comes down to my soul,
Freedom puts my faith in none of the above
There was a time i was so afraid
Of everything people around me said
That i wanted to hide my face in the shadows
There was a time on a bed of nails
I was dreaming a plan i thought could not fail
But no power under the sun, could pull it together
I can’t take this attitude
Got to show now i got to move on
God knows where i’m going to
Its a lonely burning question
I am, i myself alone
Realise i never nedd to use no-one
Money, power, holy roads,
Freedom puts my faith in none above.
If there’s a time, that we ever see
The nature of life in reality
Then i want to be there –
To kick at the answer
I can’t take this attitude
Got to show now i got to move on
God knows where i’m going to
Its a lonely burning question
I am, i myself alone
Realize i never need to use no-one
Money, power, holy roads,
Freedom puts my faith in none of the above
(chorus)
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I am, i myself alone
Realize i never need to use no-one
Money, power, holy road,
Freedom puts my faith in none of the above
(chorus)
(none of the above)
(my faith in none of the above)
(none of the above)
(i stand by none of the above)
(none of the above)
(i stand by none of the above)
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All night restaurant, Norh Kildonan.
Luke warm coffee tastes like soap.
I trace you outline in spilled sugar, killing time and killing hope.
This brand new strip mall chews on farmland as we fish for someone to blame.
But we communicate in questions, and all our answers sound the same.
Under sputtering flourescents, after re-fills are re-filled.
Negotiations at a stand-still, spoon and rolling saucer stilled.
If you ask how I got so bitter, I’ll ask how you got so vain.
And all our questions blur together.
The answers always sound the same.
We can’t look at one another.
I’ll say something thoughtful soon, but I can’t listen to the quiet so I hum this mindless tune I stole from some dumb country-rock star.
I don’t even know his name.
It’s like my stupid little questions: the answers always sound the same.
Tell me why we sound so lame.
Why we communicate in questions and all our answers sound the same.
