With a color blind curse
That they'll fail to nurse
They claim they don't care
But we know they care
And the failures of their kids
Tossing tantrums like bricks
They claim they're not scared
But we know they're scared
And the sequins on her dress
An asymmetric mess
The colors running bare
Cause we know she's bare
Underneath her clothes
It's about what she knows
But she'll show again
And she'll show again
With a certain point of view
The kind that spreads a truth
Butter for the rich
Fat for the poor
You can manipulate the news
And the brandies of the noose
Taste like silver to some
Gold to whores
Speckled traps among the sets
The broken TV sets
From the hammers of the youth
That know what to do
Sipping mindsets of a cult
Crumbling crackers to a fault
A prospective kind of stew
A certain point of view
They don't know again
credits
from Off The Ground,
released November 15, 2011
Music & Lyrics by Tom Breed
A hushed and low-lit EP from this Melbourne musician, where dreamlike melodies drift across a bed of tender guitar. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 19, 2023