I find that when you think of the future, things seem to
become calmer. Like you realize that the moment you are in is just a small
moment, and when you think about it it’s okay because you’ll just eventually
forget anyways. It’s sort of sad but also amazing. That you will just forget
things. And you won’t remember the grade you got, or a mean look, or what you
wore that day. It’s just a speck. You’ll just forget everything. You’ll only
remember the feelings.
He was a husband who drove his wife home drunk from the parties
He was a husband who drove his wife home
And in the car he would lean her head gently against the side door window
And in the bathroom he would hold her hair back and hope, saying;
They build buildings oh they build buildings oh they build buildings
So tall these days
And in the morning she'd wake up and crouch recollections all day
But she would always always wake up the next morning
And he'd take one look at her and say oh, oh it’s ok,
And her conscience would issue yet another last warning, saying;
They build buildings oh they build buildings
Oh they build buildings
So tall these days
And she would ask for time
And she'd ask for time
And she would beg for time,
And she would beg for time
And beg for time and call it a gift
And he would give her time
And he'd give her time
But time is not given and time is not taken
It just sifts through its sift
And it was coffee and coffee and coffee
And coffee and coffee and coffee some more
He'd go to work and she'd take a sick day and rot at the core
And by the time he came back
She'd scrub the bathroom and make it smell like pine
It would be almost as if nothing had happened
And he'd give her time, saying;
They build buildings, oh they build buildings, oh they build buildings,
Oh don't they build buildings, oh they build buildings,
They build buildings so tall these days
And she would ask for time
And she'd ask for time
And she would beg for time,
And she would beg for time
And beg for time and call it a gift
And he would give her time
And he'd give her time-
But time is not given and time is not taken
It just sifts through its sift
He was a husband…
Don't they build buildings so tall these days...
People are just people, in the words of Regina Spektor. You can’t change them no matter how much you try. If they choose a different path, you have to let them be. Yes, they may be blinded. Yes, they may not know what they want. Even though that bothers me, I still have to remind myself that everyone finds themselves at different times. Baby steps will eventually get us all to the end. And then sometimes I wonder if I want to move too fast. It can’t hurt you can it? If you take life as it comes, it might throw some useless things at you, and don’t those useless things just block your main goal? We get so caught up in who’s going where, becoming what, and getting this, but the main key item to have has passed us by without so much as a whisper. It’s happiness. And it just saddens me that the future to some people involves their happiness space to be taken up with mindless things. I want a whole entire storage unit for my happiness. In fact, I might just have a complete storage facility for mine. I will know exactly what I will put in it. And who I will put in it. Nobody will modify nor alter my decision. After all, it is my happiness and not theirs. So they can think I have low standards. Or a strange outlook. But I don’t care. I have a magnificent road God has given me and I will buy the grandest car that anyone has ever seen to spend the rest of my living years driving down it.
Calling a Karl Projectorinski To the front, over the cathedral You have won, dear sir May I congratulate you first Oh what an honor
Human, human of the year You won [x2]
Why are you so scared You stand their shaking in your pew The icons are whispering to you They're just old men Like on the benches in the park Except their balding spots are glistening with gold
Human, human of the year You won [x2] You have won
Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Outside the cars are beeping Out a song Just in your honor And though they do not know it All mankind are now your brothers And as the cathedral has spoken Wishing well to all us sinners And with the sigh grows silent Til next year's big human winner
Outside the cars are beeping Out a song Just in your honor And though they do not know it All mankind are now your brothers All mankind are now your brothers
Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hello, hello Calling a Karl Projectorinski To the front, over the cathedral You have won.
