Well all I can say is that my life was lived in vain,
but when the wind hits from the Northeast there's a chance we'll get more rain.
Ohio's pretty quiet but I like where I am living
as the music blasts from Elmwood street all throughout the evening.
The extant homes of the bourgeois,
drowned by the roar of the chainsaw.
We stand with vigor and slack jaw.
I'd just like to get to know ya,
Under the flatland and over the hole,
into emotion and out of control.
If you hear this song,
the next line was known all along.
Put the megaphone and aerosol away.
Sincerely, NSA.
All I can say is that my life was not the same
after I learned how to speak and warned the Mexicans of rain.
Ohio lacks the mountains but with sound justification when the
music hits short circuits under dense precipitation.
Caught in the plains' summer swelter.
They hotbox the fallout shelter.
As the warning sounds from the speaker,
I never did get to meet her.
If you hear this song,
now it's time to sway along.
The archaeologists will find us someday,
but for now we'll break away.
Everybody's out on parole.
Put the cop car on cruise control.
If you hate this song,
your chord analysis was wrong.
The mediocrity of personal gain,
we need more rain.
credits
from Monocot Down,
released July 3, 2013
Kirk Pearson- Vocals, Mandolin, Synthesizers, Organ
Damon Smith- Clav
Lucio Westmoreland- Lead Guitar
Jonah Bobo- Rhythm Guitar
Vanessa Grasing- Backup Vocals
Andres Valbuena- Percussion
The samples come from Walt Disney's 1955 Disneyland Dedication Speech.