_DICE MAKE ART______________________________________________ Every day the Earth just spins around and when you die it doesn't even slow down It doesn't change its place in the Universe It doesn't make you smile but it doesn't make you hurt It doesn't make you smile but at least it doesn't hurt We hadn't seen each other in at least a year We stayed up real late and we drank a lot of beer You apologized the very next day Made a fool of yourself, well that's ok Made a fool of yourself (so you thought, anyway) And dice make art and it breaks your heart The angel trumpets put you in your place You talked to God and He laughed in your face Your daddy kicked your ass and your mom threw you out You don't even know what you were fighting about You didn't even know what you were fighting about Modest Mouse was eaten by a curious cat Not a whole lot that you can say about that You can call the kettle black and the cracker white You can go to Hell but don't forget to write You can go to Hell or Heaven alright Dice make art and numbers make games Lines make letters and letters make names Names put together can make you cry Tears make the ocean and plants make the sky _WORRY______________________________________________________ Here we go again, another day Never seem to find the thing to say Seems that we could find a better way out No doubt Maybe we take a look around Maybe we share the things we found Seems that we could find a better way in Let's begin Knots in your stomach Back in a bind Thoughts weighing heavy Down on your mind You say I'm crazy You know it ain't true I say don't worry But I know that you do What do they want that you can give? Try to reverse the negative Seems that we could find a better way back Alas and alack I could declare myself a king We could destroy everything Seems that we could find a better way to Do what we do What's going on there Behind the door Wringing your fingers Walking the floor I say you're crazy I know it ain't true You say don't worry But you know that I do _STRIDE_____________________________________________________ ain't talkin' about guns and drugs and crime ain't talkin' about thugs and playaz and dymez how many times I gotta hear the same thing? oodles and oodles of o's and hoez and bling-bling we already heard the beat we already heard the rhyme we already know it's a waste of disk space and space-time you can't touch it it's right in your face you can't see it it's curled up in a calabi-yau space like i'm curled up late in a cold, dark place and you still gettin' hyphy in the yay i'm far away you hella high dreads dipped in dye yokin' the scraper sideshow in the paper not on the front page not on the front stage stand back when i hit my stride keep a grip when i slip or slide bring it in when it gets too wide i am never gonna be denied can't count the many times i tried nothing to fear and nothing to hide never thought it'd be a free ride i'm gonna take it to the other side it is and it isn't it's like this and like that it's both at once it's like schroedinger's cat it's not what you feel or think or trust it's not the same for you or me or any of us and what you see is not what i see and they can both be relatively to relativity it doesn't matter if you have your own ways it doesn't matter what laws the truth obeys or if it stays or goes or stops or flows or when it returns the energy it owes nobody knows hip to hop to bottom to top to strange to charm to up to down and left and right or light or dark or pale or lager or ale (that's how we roll) _MARS (SO BRIGHT)___________________________________________ Mars so bright it nearly knocked the stars out of the sky Warm light into winter Mars so bright it nearly wiped the sleep out of my eyes Red light where the rovers roll cold and dry Of war and man Of ice and sand Mars so bright, Mars so bright Every night I see you shine Mars so bright, Mars so bright and it nearly knocked the stars out of the dark sky Where the rovers roll cold and dry Of war and man Of ice and sand Mars so bright it nearly knocked the stars out of the sky Cold light where the rovers roll cold and dry Of War and man Of ice and sand _SUPERSTRING________________________________________________ So many things on my mind and none of them can stop the time My brain is just the house of my heart and soul Energy is really just mass but it doesn't sit around on its ass I feel like a wave but I'm really a particle And I can sing about the super string but it doesn't mean a thing to you And levity keeps me going at a time like this (I insist) And gravity is just a theory but it keeps me on the ground So many things to do and so soon and it's damn near afternoon It's just two miles walk to the edge of the Moon Just a feeling but I could be wrong Has it really been that long? I can remember the song but not the tune _MIDDLE OF WINTER___________________________________________ This is the sound of my color printer in the afternoon in the middle of winter I'm just waiting for you to call Making a song about nothing at all Went to the store for a six-pack of Guinness Fell on the floor Mind your own business I’m just waiting for a call from my girl Out of my head Out of this world Every single day of your life