Lyrics The Modern Adventures Of Plato, Diogenes And Freud - Blood, Sweat & Tears

The Modern Adventures Of Plato, Diogenes And Freud

Father of my morning,\nOnce my child to the night\nI see that you have minds to cop\nAnd I can only watch the sickened sorrow\nLittle do you know\nof the progressions that you teach\nthe people that you reach are tired\nof livin' in a world of elastic towers\ndance with them and sing a song of changes\nand talk with them of life and all its dangers\nsurround yourself with now familiar strangers\nwho kiss and who hug and eventually mug you of your time\nAnd the clock on the wall is a bore\nas you wander past the door\nand find him lying on the floor\nas he begs you for some more, you frozen smile\nYou cannot ever picture me you know me by my thoughts\nA file for your travelogue\noblivious to the night, the fog around you\nThe germs they are rediculous\nthey bother you at night\nthe blood that rushes to your brain\nthe ticket on the plane you’re never catching\nthe price you pay exclusive of your taxes\nto chop you up inside with tiny axes\nthe girl looks up to you from floors she waxes\nand speaks to your belt with tears among her eyes\nand the clock on the wall is a bore\nas you wander past the door\nand find him lying on the floor\nas he begs you for some more, you frozen smile\nThe metaphysic wrinkles in the face of what you face\nAre hidden by the fake-up man\nwho lives inside the sterno can beside you\nNow climb ye to the mountains\nas the sun is almost gone\nescaping from your other selves\nyour brothers hide among the shelves inside you\nthe games that people play can only bore you\nbut only those that know you don’t ignore you\nhow many times have I come there to restore you\nAnd caught you lying on the couch with father time\nand the clock on the wall is a bore\nas you wander past the door\nand find him lying on the floor\nas he begs you for some more, you frozen smile