"Tenuousness"
-- Andrew Bird
Tenuous at best was all he had to say
When pressed about the rest of it, the world that is
From proto-Sanskrit Minoans to Porto-centric Lisboans
Greek Cypriots and harbor sorts who hang around in ports a lot uh huh
Here's where things start getting weird
While chinless men will scratch their beards
And to their minds a sharpened axe
Is brushed upon the Uralic syntaxes
Love of hate acts as an axis
Love of hate acts as an axis
First it wanes and then it waxes
So procreate and pay your taxes
Tenuousness, less seven comes to three
Them, you, us plus eleven
Thank the heavens for their elasticity
And as for those who live and die for astronomy
When coprophagia was writ
Know when to stand or when to sit
Can't stand to stand, can't stand to sit
And who would want to know this?
Click, click, click
Who wants to look upon this?
Who wants to look upon this pray tell?
Who wants to look upon this?
Who wants to look upon this pray tell, pray tell?
Tenuousness, less seven comes to three
Them, you, us plus eleven comes just shy of infinity
And as for those who live and die from numerology
https://youtu.be/I9rmwllw5q8
Coprophagia
for Andrew Bird
I want to climb my way through
elevated words at once crunchy and dark,
multisyllabic latinate
homages to the Anglo-Saxon lexicon,
scale mellifluous and strange up a
calligraphic ladder,
scintillating, enigmatic, half euphoric,
epiphanic, breathing
psychedelic diction, regurgitating
divine dictation,
transcribing sacramental gibberish
like an authentic citizen
of ancient Babel, high and higher on her
impossible transcendental tower,
seeking with the best of them a peek
at the Ultimate Power --
I want to fly like her, a legend in
her own mind, and poise
at the top, one foot raised
in the second before
the fatal blow, flicker, click, linguistic
deliquescence --
Required soundtrack: Andrew Bird’s Noble Beast.
