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letra de for thinking, against acting - the illalogical spoon

heaven is nearly complete on the earth
remember when we broke ground, roots clung to the dirt?
our improvements added up equals a lot of work
it seams a long time ago we dreamed of control and here we are
never had much patience for a god who always needs to help those who would drown waiting for the lord to send an ark have none to blame bu themselves
of all the things that i hatе about you the worst is that you think it good to wait
you must get love while you can, i am going away
death has told me he has no secrets i am running out of things to say

we can always refill
whenever we want
we can always refill no time to sit still
repeat our final statements over again
teenage angst has paid off
well, now we fit right in
we were once like you, we tried to find the right words
but now we just stick with what works our friend
actions speak louder than words
those who can: do
those who can’t: join a band

so we’ll keep our good work and keep the lights turned on
seamless and changeless like the hand of god
there’s no need for your brooding
sorrow will soon be extinct
the lake was down this summer
but the sink don’t ever run dry
our bodies they stay motionless while transported ahead
we never fully arrive until it’s time to leave again
sure god made a bunch of stuff that don’t fit in with our ways
but we’re learning to manage well soon god will sing our praise
we’ll have no feast and famine, no boom and bust, no limit in stock
immersed in propaganda’s noise we want less talk, more rock!
in the midst of life’s disassembly
sometimes my glass gets a little bit half empty
but i just have to remember:

we can always refill
whenever we want
no delay we’ll fill the cupboards
summer, spring, winter, and fall
keep on truckin’ we’re sucking up the worlds with a straw
{i drink your milkshake! i drink it up!}
so efficient it’s like doing nothing, we’ll finish up in no time at all

“be the change you want to see”
wipe your nose, why are you so whiny?
you don’t need to internalize the info’s always there
don’t need to know the how’s and why’s
the truth is we don’t care
sure we know about it
we saw the documentaries
got in for a discount with our old student id’s
yeah we went to college
it’s there we bought our looks
never finished whole ones, though our shelves were full of books
after a couple classes and skimming a page or two
we got so enlightened up, heaven came and healed our blues
never understood why them old saints take so long
they must be r-t-rded, i mean, that’s all that i can think of
after a conference or two what else is there to talk about?
and you, after an album or three
are more new songs really what we need?
inspiration won’t last you forever
but there’s always a job to do and on that you can refill whenever

we can always refill
whenever we want
give us a hand as we pull leviathan out with a hook
they say of all deceivers fear yourself most
but we never look

hey! who is pulling who?
i ain’t in this to be
dragged out to ea
you don’t know where you are
you don’t know what i’ve been through
i can’t take you seriously

all of your proverbs, they are ashes

though the birds take flight in fear when we come passing through
we caught them on our camera, there’s nothing they could do
paralyzed under our gaze the will never fly again
and if we lose the image some will make a better replacement
speeding down the interstate
escape to the landscape
our forebears gave us a call, said
“y’all better make haste”
he we didn’t didn’t know they had phones in heaven
do they also have a map?
“sorry kidz, this call is done!”
and i heard the devil laugh
life is fun in this cult of speed
we couldn’t stop and the cul-de-sac
and when i get to the other side…
i’ll be going so fast i’ll come right back
you better start working out or you’re gonna get lapped
if you ever feel your motivation is sapped
just remember:

we can always refill
whenever we want
we think it’s time, yes now
it’s finally time for you to go and really live it out
stop all your praying and complaining
and you’ll forget all your doubts
get the job done any way you can
don’t go wasting your manic bouts

well all us eager actors
always know just what to say
but when interviewed
we could not remember who wrote the play
in the end we tossed the script and made a silent film
we built a set to suit our tastes
of cookies and warm milk
it did the body good
now we can focus on our sk!lls
but sometimes i am worried sick!
i buy field guides on how to feel good and forget
yet why behind my eyes
the nothing takes control?
these seem big like big strong hands
but even stone can’t stop my world from slipping away
i’ve got unanswered questions
but all i’m gonna say is, “i am not a philosopher!!!”
and if resistance takes thought
than you can all just go to h-ll!
we’ll squat a nice plot of land ans we won’t ever sell
god helps them
what helps themselves
we’re over it, oh well

we can always refill
whenever we want
we can always refill whenever we need
further down the road when we’re old
we’ll have some time to think
we don’t need this right now
it causes undue, unjust suffering
we’ll stay down in arizona
where it’s warm and you can do your own thing
but every now and then
we’ll come and visit michigan
just to fill up our canteens

[job to his friends:]
all of your proverbs, they are ashes
all of your proverbs, they are ashes
all of you sayings are proverbs of ashes
and your defenses, defenses of clay
let me have silence and i will speak
let come upon me whatever may
i put my life into my hands
i take my flesh into my t–th
i have no hope, god will k!ll me
but i will defend my ways to you face so i’ll be saved
for the godless would not dare come before you lord

- the illalogical spoon

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