Babelshack Theater

So it goes so it goes so it goes
so it goes from December to May
what it was what it was what it was
is what it is at the end of the day

The Ghost of Rotten Lust
moves in deference to such
glues my presence to the musk
of all the years I've left in dust
I glide along the desert sides
of every ignorant reply
every condescending sigh
to face the same absence of mind

My heart in shoe strings on a plank
saving my guilt in an empty bank
of auto-erotica in edible product

so it goes so it goes so it goes
so it goes from December to May
what it was what it was what it was
is what it is at the end of the day
take a note take a note take a note
take a note from the top of your game
it's a slapshot
that takes you to the rooftop
be sure to tip the bell hop
and then it's over

Now you know now you know now you know
what it was from December to May
so it goes so it goes so it goes
when it leaves you with nothing to play
take a note take a note take a note
take a note from a withering page
snapshots
reveal us all as crackpots
until you hit some jackpot
and start all over

Song by Barnaby Hazen, Westin McDowell.

All instruments and programming performed by Barnaby Hazen but for--

Westin McDowell: Lead guitar