love is not a grandeur thing
love is not a grandeur thing
at least in earthly terms
it's an ancient word forgotten by time itself
like the love letter that fall of our mouths
when our hearts get overgrown
like teeth we don't feel them then
but oh we feel them when they're gone
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no more the grandeur thing
only a tiny ring
a frog stuck in the back of your throat
that jumps around up and down without a sound
pound pound pound
that doesn't have the courage to croak
only a finder's fee
a wedding ring
no music swell or a happy ending
only children that won't sleep through the night
say hello to nightlights and late nights
and goodbye moonlights & friday nights
making out under the warm glow of the television lights
not caring what's on only what's coming off
the tips of hearts have been bitten in frost
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yes we're a sad lot the family mugshot
the teeth falling out and the kool-lots
with the backward bending bustling brusings scrapes
we scrambled the nest eggs and shambled the best gigs
been pulled out like a tooth that aches
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...thank youuu.....
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ladies and gentlemen.
especially the ladies.
this is your captain speaking..
i wanted to let you know your seat can also be used
as a floatation device.
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a floatation .... device... (all night long)
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Love is not an earthly thing
it's agape and it's huge
too small to fit in with an ego
too vast to be consumed
and we end up on our knees saying thank You, Lord, yes, please
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let the elbow scrapes be all kisses
and let the bruises be dismisses
no more a grandeur thing
that for which once we stood
now all our checks have hit the bank
and darlin we must make good
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the cattle are out
the milk has been drummed
the jury is hanging out because the jury is hung
truth wiggles it's way inside conscious foreplay
and sure enough wins out every time
but the hillbilly thrills
are noxious with their kills and still
it makes me want to sing this line
oh if heaven could pause
and let me give some applause
girl, i can see you were wonderfully made
and before time has run out
i will hunger, thirst and shout
for the time we might have before the grave
where i would write my lyrics all over your body
we would take the time. that we did not take
to do what we should, the things we knew we would
we could make the love we did not make
i want to call out the guards
and put it to arms, lay it back on the tracks
so we can get backtracked jack
i want two hearts to beat
to engage and not retreat
to embark in the dark and never
never never take the back seat
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robb
11.15.07
