Telepathic Judas ~ Bush Ghosts Lyrics

Hieronymous Bosch

Harmonious Bosch
All washed up from the bleach
As thelonious monk just sits and
Plays the keys

But in the garden of earthly delights
We can be whatever you may like

To a moment of
Paradoxical lucidity
While were taking off our
Paradoxical undressings

They say my livers bad
Well let it get worse
They say that death is coming
Well let it take its course
I know that when I go
That Ill go on my own cause
Every living creature dies alone

Harmonious bosch
Still washed up from the bleach
Sitting on the porch saying you dont know
A thing about me

The myth of razor chan
Mixed with Gurgles and Bugman
And the marriage of Judith Ann
Hasnt been going as planned

They say my livers bad
Well let it get worse
They say that death is coming
Well let it take its course
I know that when I go
That Ill go on my own cause
Every living creature dies alone

World's Best Dad

The most depressing thing I'd ever seen
Is a worlds best dad sticker on a Tahoe
In a strip club parking lot in Barboursville
As I smoke a cigarette
As I wait for the dancer I'm trying to get with
Get off work so I can talk to her
And I know this isn't the place to look for love, but,
Im trying to get myself out of this rut.
Cause I'm still f*cked up, f*cked up over you

The most romantic thing I'd ever said
Was when me and you were laying in bed
And you looked to me and I said to you
"I wouldn't wanna do this with anyone else"
And you smiled at me and said you wouldn't leave,
but there's no more I love yous, as we wished upon the stars
And I think of this as I smoke my cigarette
My cigarette, amen.

[insurance clerk]

Wrigley's Day Off

Im just an idiot
Unbearably inarticulate
With a footnote that comes across
As one bad joke
And you were just the girl
Who only spoke in prose
And I was just the guy
Who could only speak in poetry
Buried beneath
A layer of grease

And Ill spend the rest of my life
Conjugating the verb to die
In the first person singular
I am dying
I have died
And
I will die
With lice inside my pocket
Dies Diem Docet

In Vino Veritas
Im at a loss for words
Of images and pictures
And how your name means
Something in Sanskrit
So close, but it can hurt

And Ill spend the rest of my life
Conjugating the verb to die
In the first person singular
I am dying
I have died
And
I will die
With lice inside my pocket
Dies Diem [unnecessary swear] Docet