The Planets

a song—indie—key of ???

a centerfold in a pile of newspapers
the smoke is clearly wearing down
i'm alive, i'm awake, i'm undeterred
to the sultry faces in the crowd

put on your hat, your walking shoes
it's gonna be a long ride
to that place where you spread the news
where your apparitions hide

i'm not around the planets
matching up, they are aligned
your blood is thin, deluded
enduring and unkind
pick pick pick the meanings
you want to hear from me
and when you mix them up
what do you see?

common ground, a place to wander
with your hands upon your knees
you're asleep, you're for real, you're going under
to your winkled flowered sheets

put on your gloves, put on your coat
winter's coming fast, now
i'll heat up the car and you get in
because you're unattached now

i'm not around the planets
matching up, they are aligned
your blood is thin, deluded
enduring and unkind
pick pick pick the meanings
you want to hear from me
and when you mix them up
what do you see?

pick pick pick the meanings up
up off the ground
let the swill swirl around your glass
perk up your mouth
pick pick pick the grasses off
your sweaty white feet
how do you know? what would you know
what the rumors and ladies need?

i'm not around the planets
matching up, they are aligned
your blood is thin, deluded
enduring and unkind
pick pick pick the meanings
you want to hear from me
and when you mix them up
what do you see?

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