Ishmael (I Don't Care)

Jesus of Montreal is acting out the rising of the fall
Telling stories bout true love left unfulfilled, the triumph of the shill
The Wizard of Oz found naked, shaken behind the iron curtain torn
By Cinderella barefoot returning from Lake Placid to the manor born

Call me Ishmael, I am nothing I see all
Nice guys finish last and I don’t finish at all
I don’t care who comes out of hiding
Happy are the happy for they aren’t blessed at all
Protecting their side at every turn from ungainly suffering
I’m forgeting all I’ve learned
I’m throwing off these crutches
They’re broken and just, won’t let me keep on

I see sloths start slow but just keep moving, even on empty
Serpents eventually feel the tail of their sting
While responsible children stand before the king
With secrets kept, holding each other’s hand but shivering

Now cut my wings and see me walk straight and tall

Ishmael (I Don't Care)

hudson

Kingston Heights, New Zealand

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