Tilt - Swordplay

Common men pedal for medals

And settle to wither and wilter

As I tilt

So I tilt

And I still stand on these whittled stilts

Knocking down what I can’t reach with my hands

As I tilt, so I tilt, so I tilt

No longer blind, but sometimes semi-enlightened

I pick up a paintbrush and rush at daylight

As if I might find a way to brighten it

I’m high but simultaneously wearing

A sober disguise and liking it

To the lighter inside of me that had died

The day I got done fighting it

'Cause today I met a rabbit with a habit as silly as psilocybin

So I decided to try the magic, but as I sat down beside him

I wallowed under weeping willows I didn’t even know had grown inside of him

And when the roads to heaven re-open

I’ve been hoping, for steady weather and better timing

In a Sisyphus fuss, I cuss at rocks and boulders

A knot in my shoulders

They are not just god damn foothills

I told her I must have collapsed

After a lapse, in speech that bored me

Heard cat laugh a half gasp

Another closed door behind me

In the morning I’ll been doing fine

Wherever the CIA decides to find me

So watch, as I chop down the whole block of pine trees

Clock a cop at the crotch and rename the place Pine Street

On Christmas Eve, even tripped across a tripping friends feet

And press for the red, despite being left half dead from the green tea

I’m the type of guy that types half his life out

Ties every have and have not together with the half not and some white-out

It’s too bright out, that’s why I go the shy route

I’m known to blow lights out

And stand alone in the dark until the day that I’ve had my pill

Common men pedal for medals

And settle to wither and wilt

As I tilt

So I tilt

And I still stand on these whittled stilts

Knocking down what I can’t reach with my hands

As I tilt, so I tilt, so I tilt

I never handed it to the hands

That handed me the Xanax, the Paname, it was planned with Haussmann antics

So me and my man Dan panicked to the Can-Can and we can’t can it

I’m in Amsterdam and god damn it

I’m a sniff a line in the sand and start tannin' with the cannons

Sure had some handsome plans when I was hanging over the Atlantic

Should have known it would crash the minute they began to land it

The newsstands can’t stand it

A man, a plan, and some cannabis

This is what a mammal is

This is what my worst day in ages

The men under the same government made lasers

Razor blades or grenades ain’t a threat to the makers

Make out in grey shades in a suede blazer

You sway to the serenade of a blazed anger

As ladies wave me away lazily with the same drained Tasers

We lay naked

She’ll be saving a lay for later

I wrote down how I should’ve found a way to hate her

I should’ve some how had some papers

Then smoke spliffs the whole day

Instead I was just dumped

For the second time in my life by my soul mate

This time I lie to my friends, tell em all that I won’t wait

Nope, smoke dope and go choke and work on my swordplay

Broke and rebuilt a record

Called it Tilt for old sake

Serotonin to the bone until the day that I’ve had my pills

Common men pedal for medals

And settle to wither and wilter

As I tilt

So I tilt

And I still stand on these whittled stilts

Knocking down what I can’t reach with my hands

As I tilt, so I tilt, so I tilt