In Arrears by Mc Frontalot
In Arrears lyrics
I stay up too late as a matter of habit.
It�s when the clucking in the head is signaling a
think�s gravid
and going to drop an egg out; better not sleep through.
Better hope to have a microphone handy, too.
Here�s a handy clue: it�s a two part story.
Go to bed in the end, get up in the morning,
but don�t ask the third act, it happened as I slept.
Meant to maintain consciousness, wasn�t adept.
What was it I kept meaning to do, make happen,
from quarter to two until Gm come tapping,
like �Frontalot, you ought to come on out of your
room.�
Says through the crack in the door that he can smell my
perfume,
that I haven�t been to bed in a week. Come, come.
That�s a slight exaggeration and I�m almost done
with a brand new record, if I could just locate
the edit window that I first intended to create.
Spin around.
What does it do to your inner ear?
Your account:
don�t pay the dues?
You are in arrears.
What I�ve found
is we get just another day or two.
Falling down?
Dizziness does that to you.
Eventually give up on any thought that I got;
settle into the rotation of the loves-me-not.
And the bed�s right there but it don�t quite beckon;
try to sit upright for another couple seconds
and another knuckle reckons itself uncracked.
Can�t remember what I�m looking at, rewinding it back.
Trying to find an exact definition for the phobia
of getting into bed, I think instead I�m about to go to
the
all night Brooklyn coffee supply.
Making terrible decisions and I don�t know why.
And my oh me oh, what is it to be oh?
Digital clock come creeping on the three-o-o,
but lying in the dark is worse,
and I may be in arrears with the sleep but averse
to trying to accomplish (is epic how I fail).
In opposition to the pillow, pillow prevails.
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