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Some marbles on the floor
Pretend that I'm stupid
But crayfish can't hear me
And that's where I proof it

I walk in the valley of the shadow of fiction
It makes me an offer and I dare to be friction
The forces arrest us
The north up and left us

The windows are dirty but the sills are my bookshelf
So I'm renting some movies and auctioning my Alf
Yeah I use ebay I got tired of renga
And all of the surfing marking time in Topanga

But now I drive a Honda past Hampton Houses
Not East South or Bridge but Lionel and Gladys
My boy goes to school I park and take the B
Get off in the Diamond District, Jose can you see

I'm laughing on Friday taking pictures of neon
As the Russians and the curls give me warnings like freon
I'm not casing your rocks I'm just playing Knipl
Your sales force is pretty but they're harsh like ripple

And if you touch my Canon
I won't be nice
Zeta-Jones in flannel
Another ex-spice

Why not get all silly
When you're going to work
Yeah I'm wack, yeah
And you're still on earth

But for the moment I'm thinking
Why not take another train
To Newport News or Niagara Falls
And dance side to side to the announcer's calls

We are experiencing delays
They make a kind of sense
Out of knowing your ways
And pitching your tents

I'm here for a while
I like you all right
That fifty-cent forever call
Lasted a couple of nights

Now the payphones are back
To four minutes for a quarter
I've got a free camera phone
It doesn't work where it ought to

Where the lobbyists wander
And the senators range
And the gogo scene is over
From the stage to the page

Polysyndeton in triplicate
I've got backbeats for the mendicants
They don't complain
They don't abstain

They leave a mark on the windowpane
They're the videogame ad in among the trailers
I feel for their willingness to give over to the realness
Of their excess ambition, their blue of noon vision

Their ahab piranha backwards compatible derision
For the necessary errands that a meadow compounds
I guess I love how that radio sounds
When the stations are fuzzy and the dice are loaded

And the record player's needle is slapping musk on its back
With a freedom of style it hasn't learned to attack
For the smiles and nods of the corduroy jackets
The horse-faced and pale who fill out the docket

Performing at will when the now is a stone
Backing the rain to a corner that's made up
Like a Fordham in mirrors a Grand Concourse in plastic
A chicken taco hotdog donut a gyro place less spastic

I've seen where you live and the dust that's your pet
And I see how you win and the world that you get
It's yours and that's great
It's been nice, but I'm late

For the world worth having so I'll be running along
Catch up with you some other time
You can have this song
So long