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Storming the Air Castle

from Here's Another Fine Mess by Rick McLean

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Built up from an early age to see life as an empty page
That fills up as you get to know yourself
But then you find the cold, hard truth you couldn’t handle as a youth
You’re stomped out by appraisals of your wealth
The stories they could piece together from the contents of our pockets
Made it look like we were nothing more than unprepared adults
A cliché portrait of a generation made of hopelessly romantic fools
All venturing towards economic doom
So when this freight train finally comes to a screeching hault
At least we can look back and say that we enjoyed the view
I’ll be looking forward to living fast and dying young with you

Tattoo sleeves of inside jokes you thought of over packs of smokes
That both of us knew you could not afford
Diagnosed anxiety self medicated thoroughly
Because you had connections and got bored
They way you tried to tell me how you figured out the answers
That could fix the world’s problems just by legalizing weed
The arguments got heated up as we refilled our glasses
And we both forgot what we were even arguing about
So let introduce to you a solemn piece of wisdom
That I have carried with me now for reasons I forgot
If life were a movie then it would have a mediocre plot

Well you can’t start a monopoly on humanist philosophy
What’s the point when there’s nothing to gain?
Figurative cattle prods that do the work of paper gods
Like vultures who’ve discovered our remains
Spat on, shat on, left for dead, the guiding hand’s been filled with lead
As mountains lift their feet up so your face can hit the dirt
Grievances to disregard as no more than not trying hard
Enough to fit into a puzzle with no shapes like your own
Your bootstraps couldn’t take the pull so now you’re left without a soul
That makes for harder travels as your feet stay wicked cold
Not meant as wishful thinking but I can’t envision myself growing old
Not meant as wishful thinking but I can’t envision myself growing old

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from Here's Another Fine Mess, released September 9, 2017

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