Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song An Animated Description of Mr. Maps, artist - The Books. Album song Lost and Safe, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 24.01.2011
Record label: Temporary Residence
Song language: English
An Animated Description of Mr. Maps |
He saw Mars but he felt Neptune |
He had hoped to feel a certain strong emotion |
But this is all they had to say: |
«I was the son of a man, and so |
We came together and we shook hands.» |
«We shook hands.» |
He often wondered what a million people |
Would look like scattered randomly |
Across a moonless sky, and how unlikely |
It would be that they would all just |
Say the obvious thing: |
«You may call me brother now.» |
«Yes, brother, I know.» |
He is forty two |
Five-feet-eight-inches tall |
Normally wears his curly hair long |
He has a ruddy complexion, broad |
Shoulders and is barrel-chested |
Is unusually strong |
He frequently wears a full beard |
And sometimes glasses |
He is a college graduate |
A talented artist, and sculptor |
Now, Maps is a soft-spoken loner |
Who resents society and all organizations |
Maps fancies himself a ladies' man |
He is an avid chess player |
Smokes cigarettes, and a pipe |
He is a beer drinker and loves to eat |
Maps is a man of widespread interests |
Who might very well be living abroad |
He felt lost be he felt pretty intensely good |
And he woke up screaming having dreamed |
Of a color he had never seen before: |
«I went to bed and to sleep, it was so |
Unexpected, it really was frightening |
And I saw pretty much the same thing |
Embedded in my pillow.» |
He had no trouble recognizing patterns |
In the most delicate arrays of tangled lines |
But he had a strange fixation on partaking |
In nefarious things: |
«Stealing, lying, cheating, gambling |
Fornication…» |
He saw red, but he thought five |
He was pleased to find his road trip |
Was enhanced by number-color synesthesia: |
«My trusty Rocinante bounds along the road |
Very well, leaving the friendly aroma |
Of donuts and chicken tenders |
Hanging in the desert air.» |
He willed away the miles while quixotically |
Attempting to reclaim his inner child |
He was embrangled and enmeshed in |
Something far too loud to comprehend: |
«I want all of the American people |
To understand that it is understandable |
That the American people cannot |
Possibly understand.» |