Thursday, February 17, 2005

1591

I don't want to talk over you
I don't want to show you how things really are

The opinion is strong but I'm not
I'm just molecules of reasonable deeps

You talk every side of the swing set
You add all the mayonnaise you feel like

The truth bears come galloping down
The banks of the spillway

They live for the garbage of minutiae
And the recompense of prepositions

I don't know what that means
I don't know what you mean either

I just know that getting the weather right
Is beyond even the canniest rodent

And that focus on work is a friend
Of the remaining members of the Grateful Dead