The Great Migration - Slice The Cake

Whoa, lookin' back at my background Tryin' to figure out how I ever got here Some things are still a mystery to me While others are much too clear I'm just livin' in the sunshine Stay contented most of the time Yeah listenin' to Murphy, Walker, and Willis Sing me their Texas rhymes Most of the people who retire in Florida Are wrinkled and they lean on a crutch And mobile homes are smotherin' my Keys I hate those bastards so much I wish a summer squall would blow them all The way up to fantasy land Yeah they're ugly and square, they don't belong here They looked a lot better as beer cans Chorus: Yeah, and that's why it's still a mystery to me Why some people live like they do So many nice things happenin' out there They never even seen the clues Whoa but we're doin' fine, we can travel and rhyme I know we been doin' our part Got a Caribbean soul I can barely control And some Texas hidden here in my heart Well now I might have joined the Merchant Marine If I hadn't learned how to sing And on top of all that I got married too early 'Cost me much more than a ring But now those crazy days are over Just gotta learn from the wrong things you done I came off the rebound, started lookin' around Figured out it's time to have a little fun Chorus: Yeah, and that's why it's still a mystery to me Why some people live like they do So many nice things happenin' out there They never even seen the clues Whoa but we're doin' fine, we can travel and rhyme I know we been doin' our part Got a Caribbean soul I can barely control And some Texas hidden here in my heart Well now if I ever live to be an old man I'm gonna sail down to Martinique I'm gonna buy me a sweat-stained Bogart suit And an African parakeet And then I'll sit him on my shoulder And open up my trusty old mind I gonna teach him how to cuss, teach him how to fuss And pull the cork out of a bottle of wine Chorus: Yeah, and that's why it's still a mystery to me Why some people live like they do So many nice things happenin' out there They never even seen the clues Yeah but we're doin' fine, we can travel and rhyme I know we been doin' our part Got a Caribbean soul I can barely control And some Texas hidden here in my heart Yeah, got a Caribbean soul I can barely control And some Texas hidden here in my heart

The winter's chill chilled me to the bone this year And something in my mind just got away Being in the places where we used to be Somehow being there without you's not the same Parking lots, office parks, and shopping malls And all you left were bills you hadn't paid The winter's chill chilled me to the bone this year And something in my mind just got away It's all behind you now You're moving on They'll never find you now You're moving on, on, on Na-na-na-na, na-na-na Na-na-na-na, na-na-na Alcohol, cigarettes, and luxury goods Christmas lights look desperate in this room Winter's light left me in the dark last night And jingle bells are smothered in this gloom Winter's trees freezing in the bitter wind And autumn's leaves have all been blown away Being in the places where we used to be Somehow being there without you's not the same It's all behind you now You're moving on They'll never find you now You're moving on, on, on Na-na-na-na, na-na-na Na-na-na-na, na-na-na It's all behind you now You're moving on They'll never find you now You're moving on, on, on Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah Da-da-da-da, da-da-da

There is a hollowness: shape without form. Hallowed and concentric circles splayed against a canvas Deep red, veins in hand with epitomes and documents of what has ceased to be. What was leased to me...? A dying light in fragile arms? An art amidst your victory march for me to chase; for me to run? For me to torment you and I until we fall again; Amidst a calm and cooling breeze, Amidst our spiritual dis-ease as our shadows stretch across the land? This is the twilight of my very oeuvre, or so I fear. I fear the end is near, as though time itself were befit by grace to crawl and to walk, To seethe as fit with entropy. But, surely this is but a heinous vision? The order is so very apparent, still. Order out of Chaos... I feel as though I've fallen short. The myriad of misanthropes I've slain and had reborn, The rising tide of shedded skin that by my hands was wrought, The countless names and faces of a destitute and witless being all discarded by the Way. O', what a pity it may be to balk at one's mortality For within but a blink all is naught but dust and ash, Soil and smoke, oil and water, And the whispering of the winds As they propagate the flames. "Still, a temple stands amidst the smoulders, does it not? Did you not think that the Pilgrim's Way would be fraught With the trials and the tests of your hopes and fears laid bare upon the rocks? What great cowardice is on display, with your writhing and your self-dismay! Are you a man, are you a mouse? Or are you but a foolish child Who's come to cry out in the middle of the night? Or is it that you're divine? Born to live and born to die as the waxing and the waning of the tides. Have you come to cry? Have you come to revel in the imposition of your Exile? Tell me, Pilgrim... What is it that you seek? Because it's all so simple. Can't you see?" O', what are the chances That I would come to see with such great ease? O', so blind and weary, perspective seems so out of reach. O', what are the chances That I would come to keep a realisation held so near and deep for more than a day? I might find balance. I might find ecstasy. But I won't. So as it transpires, I'll go the only way I know, To the sea, to the song. I shall be lured unto the rocks to fall and to fail, To seek to no avail. This dance, I'll do no more, Of time's unending waltz. I've sought to no avail, I have tried and I have failed. So, this dance I'll do no more, Of time's unending waltz.