Lyrics Loser / That Old Private Hell - Telethon

Loser / That Old Private Hell

The magic of being a loser
Is that nobody has to find out
At times you’ll get swept by the pace of the river
But if you keep your head over then you probably won’t drown
I hope this won’t ruin the rest of your summer
The best that you’ve had in some time
By next september know that you’ll have forgotten
From top of mind into a passing thought
Keep that in mind when beams are about to give out
Being a loser’s a gift though it don’t seem like it now
Midwestern US of A’s
Got a habit of putting a smile on most anyone’s face
Ooze of dark crawls in and then just as quick as it came
Ooh, It takes the smiles away
Some stay here, some move away then come back
Because they miss the hiss of the sprinklers or
The smell of shellac but the fact stands that all
Backhand gestures come from in the
Realm of this god-given land
Adjust the dial and tune into that
Signal that you hear then can’t unhear
Plenty of folks never will, but you did, loud and clear now you’re
So skeptical, there must be
More to this than they’re telling me
A hush from the crowd’s got me paranoid
How am I supposed to believe they shut that fountain spout down
Apartment museums, family’s disapproving
Old friends all a burden, don’t buy it, you’re searching
You think you got it all figured out
You’ve done it over and over and over and over
You think the answer’s right there it’s so clean
I’ve done it over and over and over.
i’m over that
So, nothing is true and the shit you scraped off of your shoes
Wasn’t shit to begin with, and only through you and your soidisant penchant for
clues
Was it able to be shit
You’ve climbed too deep on down inside of the hole
Trying to spend the fourth of july without gravity
I Gotta tell ya i’m not willing to go
If that’s the place that you’re trying to drag me
Can ya blame me?
i’m
So skeptical, there must be
More to this than they’re telling you or me
No, i’m not taking it lightly
I’m doing this on behalf of this whole fuckin' city
Yeah, city, yeah, they’ll call it a city
When the breakthrough breaks through they’ll call this unit a city
And i’ll know where we are, and i’ll know who to thank
Maybe sit next to jay, i mean jimmy
By god, i’ll be great
Dreamt that someday i might play minor league baseball
Get called up at an opportune moment
And never wait around for nothing again
They’d be lining up for chances at friendship
Problem is past the eight grade i stopped playing baseball
Didn’t like to practice or jive with the mindset
Now i’m here waiting ‘round for nothing again
I’m here, sitting down, static day out and day in
A revolution igniting;
the opposite motion
Is the notion it may not be worth it to dwell
On that old private hell in your fucked head
Get it staged up real nice, try to sell the homestead
To new buyers unopposed who see the growth being posed
And you can put money down on a new plot instead