Lyrics JimmyBreeze (1) - cLOUDDEAD

JimmyBreeze (1)

You’ve reached four, seven…
Hello
Hello?
Hey, what’s up?
Is this Jimmy Breeze?
Yeah
Yeah well, we’re looking for a rhythm guitar player for our band
OK, OK, sounds good
What do you look like?
Do you look good holding a guitar?
Oh yeah, yeah
We have specific suits.
We wear leather pants and, uh, a red and black Michael
Jackson suede jacket
Um, no, I don’t got a problem with that, man
Wow, what a loser
He’s kinda groovy
Groovy?
He’s freaky!
Where is love?
I’ve taught myself to survive a four story fall
Wearing a space suit and a dead englishman’s socks
It’s a textbook procedure, kid
Right out of the pages of the hollowed out book
Where once I hid my paint speckled glasses
Don’t lose your shoes over such a simple step as hitting ground
Just remember to roll
Just remember to roll
Silence in a five-story stairwell
I say, and that’s all I can think of
In my brandon-eyed dead of day drawl
I can barely squeeze that lie
Through the plaque-clogged pinhole between my two front teeth
Mom
I’ve kept a razor under my tongue since I was a small toddler with a tight belt
I haven’t been able to kiss a woman with an open mouth, my friend
Cause I’m afraid that I’d split her lip
Is that sick?
Well, my friend lives down on the eastern side of Cincinnati