Had a dream about Cat GreenleafShe was interviewing The-Dream and Matt SweeneyAnd then Tieria (?) starts talking 'bout Imperial BeachAnd then the Sween' breaks his beak and screams "Seriously?"Well I mean, surprise that the world is half hollowBut you'll survive like a MellotronThrottle back, we agree the pot is blackIt's the matter of the kettle that we've yet to settle onSo I sold my license to Jim O'RourkeI haven't had time for poetry since '94And all these Nicolas Roeg films are a mighty boreBut I will say your relationship is like an ID war (?)I see your punk music and wirework feesFor Kung Fu flicks and fine filigreesYou hire and fire a marketing teamDefine a divine geo-targeting schemeDivide all the curds and the whey from the creamSilence the nerves get a place on the beachWhere time makes the words on the page obsoleteLike lines in the surf fading under your feetSo like gods and yet so unerringly humanI don't like odds even when their evenness is provenLife goes on even when it's intermit and lose it (?)Going crazy has its uses when the clues are inconclusiveLet it buffer, I bet you love to watch this motherfucker sufferGod it must suck to be such a suckerAnd it's fucked up how we stuffed one anotherIn silos just to justify our fivefold lust for life and lusterBullets are strong but you need more numbersPull it along this will be your summerBe more dumberMr. Big PhilosopherMore Joe Strummer, less Bo Bummer (?)Mr. Big PhilosopherThe Holland Tunnel's a goddamned funnelMaybe the sun will come out to confront youMaybe the luck will run out and they'll thump youMr. Big Philosopher...?You are what you hateEn garde, touchéMr. Big Philosopher
