MAXEL TOFT
23 (Harrison)
Lob Pine
Boat Anchor
Similarity
Progressing
Braided Rug Of Worn Out Clothes
Background
Abstract
Milk And Eggs
After chatting with you
I am finally through
I am done with this dull conversation
I have no way to prove
There is something I can do
There is nothing I can do to continue
My head is so full of holes it won't float
It would sink all the way to the bottom
But I didn't need it anyway anyhow
It's only good for a boat anchor now
After chatting with you
I am finally through
I am done with this dull conversation
It's just the same thing but a little bit different
We didn't notice that we could have avoided
The same mistake that nobody warned us
Or everyone warned us but we didn't notice
It could have been different we should have avoided
We didn't want to repeat it but how could we avoid it was a little bit different
We were doing so well now we're back in a different same place
The upside of progress
Is less people dying
The downside of progress
Is less people living
How to live in a world where we don't know
How to live in a world where we don't know
How to live in a world where we don't know how to live in a world
So many labor saving devices
We slave and still live indecisive
You always want what you don't know what you have until it's gone
What I was was what I had had
You can be useful again you know
Like a braided rug of worn out clothes
I don't mind being your backup
It gives me time to myself
I call it freedom
But who am I fooling
I don't want to lead your queue if I can help
I can tell that I'm your backup plan
I'm afraid you're not my biggest fan
But I'm optimistic towards the suitors I think I love
Instead I'll see you sometime
Play the victim in this crime
And never be able to tell enough's enough
I don't mind being your backup . . .
The ones that are available
Are the ones that give me trouble
Because I pessimistic towards the suitors I think love me
Instead I leave them crying
And I can't quit denying
That I ain't got no aces up my sleeve
I don't mind being your backup . . .
Oh modern art
It's just God in an object
The artist is fallible
But the art is perfect
This one is ugly
That one don't make sense
This one is obvious
And that one is a mess
Infinity's abstract in relation to freedom
Love is ambiguous and love is boredom
The infinite is here
Speaks and we listen
Although it's not always clear
It reveals a commission
Through a cloudy mirror
With imperfect vision
What we know now in part
Is just a taste
But it won't be long
We shall see face to face
Infinity's abstract in relation to freedom
Love is ambiguous and love is boredom
Everybody in the city knows the farmer is poor
But still we complain when we go to the store
This milk is too pricey I cannot afford
There are some in the city with a mortgage on their home
And a credit card for paying for all the things that they own
Stealing pennies from the farmer to pay the interest on their loans
Everybody in the city knows the farmer is poor
But still we complain when we go to the store
These eggs are too pricey I cannot afford
"In Retrospect"