Worried Shoes (feat. Sufjan Stevens) - Danielson

Come on Come on Come on Come on When life's got your goat now By his tail and by his goat throat Lighten up and gather All those cares All your snares 'Cause who really cares? 'Cause who really cares? Take aim and cast 'em Straight at the sail Take time to blast 'em By nailing all of your Book of punch lists Onto these trees exists The unchecking of lists Blowing up and sinking And breaking at the seams Our streamline of activities Surely brings Many things Relation spoiling And plans they a haunting Take aim and cast 'em Straight at the sail Take time to blast 'em And you can all tell them That you are not lead By worry, fear or dread By waking up the dead So look alive Wake up and ride on Thrive on the downsize Our yokes are ease And cares a breeze Our enemies Our hands they feed 'Cause what controls me Is what is killing Me through the day Our plans we lay What's papa say? Destroy gods and devils And fine statues of men But don't throw these in the air Or in the sea Let them be Thrown at the setting sail Of sweet victory Take aim and cast 'em Straight at the sail Take time to blast 'em By nailing all of your Instant gratis gains Complaints of their bird brains Remains of your disdain So look alive Wake up and ride on Thrive on the downsize Ours yokes are ease And cares a breeze Our enemies Our hands they feed 'Cause what controls me Is what is killing Me through the day Our plans we lay What's papa say? So look alive Wake up and ride on Thrive on the downsize Ours yokes are ease And cares a breeze Our enemies Our hands they feed 'Cause what controls me Is what is killing Me through the day Our plans we lay What's papa say?

Rowing ringing cares a flinging As we ride this boat of hide All eagle-eyed and dignified Down the river across the great divide Words beside At the highest of tides With my bona fide bride She's my Touring guide And yes we both do reside On this riverside Where we hide Vacation's a lot of work But here we are with ringing bells And floating on this cockleshell My pal Grins Hugs the wind and sighs We realize With our blank minds aside Only to see the mystery Of many books floating free And those books are free indeed There's one caught in the weed Let's get it Go get that lovely book Let's grab those lovely books Gather up all these books We're gettin' looks looks We're gettin' the looks These lovely bloody books Arms full of lonely books Freely collecting books We're getting funny looks While we are Stacking Organizing Filing Piling way up high and rising Dewey dusty Decimalizing Sorting Tracking Systemizing Can't believe we found this vintage We now have such great advantage Great they'll look in our library Let's get goin And let us hurry Now now Hey hey hey What do they say Collections sit and beg to play Wanting to give And speak with us But neatly packed And nicely put away What to do For I've heard they are good But we've also been told They can't be understood By simpletons like me And should never be So why try Crack in to all those books The lovely bloody books We open up these books We taking looks looks We're taking a look Time to hit the books The lovely bloody books Arms full of lovely books Open up all these books It's got the Words of one who made the river Blood that's flowing through the soil I got books I just don't read them Cleaning scraps up from the table Flippin through with fingers pointing At the letter and the numbers Straining eyes and feeling better Wonderin how to be members Hom now (Whistle moment) And I'm turning the page While on Center stage It is starting to sink And I'm to the brink With my plans in pencil While the vision's in ink What to think My left brain tells me I'm a fool My right brain tells me It's true I only am knowing one thing I like hearing good news It's true And it's false Gonna cost Myself For these books Taking one second look Gonna call my counselor now He's gonna clear Clear confusion Then explain everything These books steer our ship with good news For now I got nothing to lose My brother Remembers A thousand I can't quote you one line But oh now I shall Know all of your ways With warm cockles in to my heart And dancing to hits And skipping around Around on unsinkable ships

That papa got the hungry eyes That mama owns the home-made thighs That papa knows the greasy talk That mama says to take a walk He's the rubbernecker Hit it, Chris! That papa scopes the public place Finds the mama with the movie face Chases mama as he wastes her time With his book of flawless come-on lines He's the rubbernecker Go, Joe! I lay with my prey She's dreaming of our future days I've lied with this week's bride And now my soft spot's growing tired (Shame, shame, shame!) I feel it's my last meal Cause her boyfriend's back For my life to steal I'm the rubbernecker invade space I'm the rubbernecker in your face My good eye may runnin' just a wee bit slow My bad eye keeps a-roamin' with a mind of its own

In my mind In my heart H-A-R-T It's the thing that's gettin' killed The thing that's gettin' killed It's gettin' a smooth death Gettin' a smooth death In my mind, mind, mind Is a no-no Is a no, no, no Who was to know Puttin' on a big, bad show Let it go man go Wanna grow man, grow I love my Lord, I love my Lord, I love my Lord...