Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mermaids Are Seasluts, artist - Sage Francis. Album song Sick of Waging War, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 31.12.2001
Record label: Strange Famous
Song language: English
Mermaids Are Seasluts |
I am nothing but a shell of the man I once was |
So you can put me to your ear and actually hear yesteryear’s ocean |
I was in shape then |
A much better built body of water with infinite waves and fathomless depths |
Where you could have gone deep sea fishing for compliments |
And caught plentiful schools of reassuring comments |
Now all you get is the boot |
You fell for the bait and got hooked on what you thought I was |
Now we’re both struggling to win this tug of war of the worlds |
Where we breathe the same air, it’s just done differently |
And I’m tryin to figure out ways to have comfortably survive outside your |
element |
Compromising intelligence |
I dabbled in watered down thoughts that filtered in from the main stream |
I’m offering mind altering ideas that make the most quiet natured brain scream |
From exposure to the types of things that won’t necessarily make you happier |
They’ll just give you a greater range of emotions |
And I can feel myself getting lured into deeper oceans of 'Fantasy Land' |
Where people think they’re as safe as cartoons simply because they speak in |
bubbles |
A sanitized safe-haven where you could face Satan and have his faith |
straightened |
His new goal would be to dethrone Poseidon and have Neptune’s place taken |
They’d swashbuckle with their pitchforks |
While Lucifer shit talks and rips forts of coral reef |
For relief he’d be like «bitch walk» |
From this oversized aquarium that daddy kept cleanly to unhealthy degrees |
Writing suicide notes with invisible ink on transparencies |
And posting them to the glass boundaries that surround the seas of change |
Strangely enough, while bringing back the real (reel) |
I could sense intense resistance so I had no other choice but to cut the line |
I’m not saying you’re overly naive |
I just think you should get into the habit of checking to see when strings are |
attached |
Fortunate for you I’m compassionate enough to throw back what I catch |
If it’s underdeveloped and needs time to grow |
Though I’m remorseful of the pain I’ve caused you |
And I want to kiss your lips better |
I sympathize with the sorrow by stroking the scar |
Of my own traumatic experience with my excommunicated tongue |
So I know exactly what you mean when you say it hurts too much to talk |
I’ve been there; |
I don’t plan on returning cause |
No matter how much of a distance I kept or how long I waited for my wounds to |
heal |
They’d re-open with the slightest flashback |
So I sued time for malpractice |
That bastard’s a hack with a rusty scalpel and barbed-wire stitch thread |
Instead of seeing things clearly, they’re pitch red |
And there’s this glitch in my head that’s got me thinking contradictions, |
it said: |
«There are more fish in the sea |
Whether you hear me not or you listen to me |
Whether you listen to me or hear me not» |
There are more microorganisms in my teardrop |
But fear not, I’d never sink as low as to make my ears pop |
And I imagine now you only want to swim with members of your own league |
And you don’t need me meddling, sending sonar signals |
High pitched notes are symbols, my voice is thrown far |
But ripples are only caused when you cast stones |
But you shouldn’t throw rocks if you live in fragile fairytales |
Girl: «This really means something to me; |
I’ll always treasure it as a token» |
Guy: «No you won’t, cause this is for the girl who loves me |
The girl who cares about me for who I am, not what I look like |
I just wanted you to know you’d be missing |
You think I don’t appreciate art, you think I don’t understand fashion |
You think I’m not „hip“, you think I’m pathetic |
A nerd, a lard-ass, fatso, you think I’m shit |
Well you’re wrong, cause I’m champagne |
And you’re shit, until the day you die |
You, not me, will always be shit» |