MAXEL TOFT
18 (Grant)
Mixed and mastered by Eric Hagen at Blackwater Studios
Drivel
Buried
Aimlessness
Like A Cubic Zirconia
Geographical Midpoint
The Tinkerer Turns
When Steelbridge Got A Sister
Old Men Still See You
Coins
Loads of lost coins
Buried
Everything is buried
Gold
Hoards of hidden gold
Buried
Everything is buried
How many treasures
Do I have to discover
To recover the deposit
For this metal detector
Jewelry, Lordy
Fancy forgotten jewelry
Buried
Everything is buried
How many treasures . . .
Cans, damn it
Tons of tin cans
Buried
Everything is buried
How many treasures . . .
How many treasures
Do I have to discover
To recover the deposit
For this metal
After an attack
Agitate
Everything is fine
Hold on
Rational revenge
Ruminate
Everything is fine
Good night
Research repartee
Rote relief
Everything is fine
Hold on
Multiple mistakes
Meek motif
Everything is fine
Hold on
Doubtful disrespect
Don't digress
Everything is fine
Hold on
Critically acclaimed
Aimlessness
Everything is fine
Good
It happens all day, every day, everywhere, to every one
All day, every day, everywhere, to every one
That wishing star was actually a planet
Accidentally used up all my precious secret wishes on it
Those shooting stars were twinkling satellites
Lost another batch of hopes and dreams again last night
The flight path of an airplane stole a couple more
Searching for a magically empowered meteor
Meridian Park on the 45th Parallel North
Not quite 87 West
Could be renamed in respect to the latitude
But don't write a letter to The County to request
The "Parallel Park" nearly halfway to the Northern Pole
North Highway 57 West
45 degrees on your way to Polaris (yeah)
But don't write a letter to The County to request
Don't write a letter, write a letter to the editor, don't write a letter
Harness the addict
Focus the meds
Fuse ‘em together
And hoist up the dead
Muster the fragments
Smother the guilt
A library of lovers
Awaits to be built
The tinkerer turns the crank
The tinkerer turns the crank
The tinkerer turns the crank
The tinkerer turns the crank
Harness the addict . . .
The tinkerer turns the crank easy
The tinkerer turns the crank easy
The tinkerer turns the crank easy
The tinkerer turns the crank
The tinkerer turns the crank lively
Bayview Bridge
I'm sorry, Bayview Bridge
You're 57, 42
I'm sorry, Bayview Bridge
The Ahnapee and Western's gone
It's Michigan and Madison
Now there's Maple, Oregon
I'm sorry, Bayview Bridge
Bayview Bridge
I'm sorry, Bayview Bridge
You're 57, 42
I'm sorry, Bayview Bridge
The Western and the Ahnapee
Madi, Michi, Bay of Green
Oregon and Maple, three
I'm sorry, Bayview Bridge
Bayview Bridge
I'm sorry, Bayview Bridge
You're 57, 42
I'm sorry, Bayview Bridge
Bayview Bridge
I'm sorry, Bayview Bridge
You're 57, 42
I'm sorry, Bayview
Way back when I was a youngun
I liked to look at older women
But then gradually turned to chasing
Girls of my own generation
Until further in the progression
I engaged in procreation
That resulted in some children
Now their mother ain't good looking
Anymore, anyway, so I look the other way
You see that
I am looking forward to the softness of old age
The loss of the urge
To take action on an image
And that's why I'm so uncertain
How is anyone attracted
To a certain sort of symmetry
Where shape has an advantage
If I make to the age of eighty
I will complement young ladies
Without treating them as objects
Because I'll cease to be a prospect
Yes, an elder is respected
Claims the young at heart perspective
When you're young it's misogynistic
Then grow old it's optimistic
Every time, anyway, so I look the other way
You see that
I am looking forward to the softness of old age
The loss of the urge
To take action on an image
And that's why I'm so uncertain
How is anyone attracted
To a certain sort of symmetry
Where shape has an advantage
Anymore, anyway, so I look the other way