Bushleaguer (Eddie Vedder / Stone Gossard)
How does he do it? How do they do it? Uncanny and immutable.
This is such a happening tailpipe of a party.
Like suger, the guests are so refined, (look like melting m&ms)
A confidence man, but why so beleaguered?
Hes not a leader, hes a Texas leaguer.
Swinging for the fence. Got lucky with a strike.
Drilling for fear. Makes the job simple.
Born on third. Thinks he got a triple.
Blackout weaves its way through the cities.
Blackout weaves its way through the cities.
Blackout weaves its way…
I remember when you sang
that song about today.
Now its tomorrow and
everything has changed.
A think tank of aloof multiplication.
A nicotine wish and a Columbus decanter.
Retrenchment and hoggishness.
The aristocrat choir sings,
“What´s the ruckus?”
The haves have not a clue.
The immenseness of suffering,
and the odd negotiation, a rarity.
With onionskin plausibility of life, ….
and a keyboard reaffirmation.
Blackout weaves its way through the cities.
Blackout weaves its way through the cities.
Blackout weaves its way…
I remember when you sang
that song about today.
Now its tomorrow and
everything has changed.
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