Samuel Sandoval - Pull Up Your Socks (When You're in the Tall Grass) Lyrics

I won a contest, I'm learning how to fume
Hiding space, your face bled through
Maybe I'm lost, did I hurt the muse?
I can't play the snare or Arcadian tunes
It's not my lagoon
Maybe the bombs are set to stun?
Simulations of how to run?
'You'll be needed in a garden rush
Help your brother succeed at dusk
Choices are for the Emperor's kin'
This is consequence, not punishment?
Howdy new nation, welcome the creed
Who we are is what we feed?
"When you're in the tall grass"
Will there be breakfast time,
Refills I don't have to ask for?
A waitress with a smirk who tells me I must burn
The bridge between new absurd
To enjoy whatever's still green
To know that I can't always be what the world needs

Symphony twisted sounds like an applause
'Welcome to the stage, this tortoise of art'
Timpani's listed aren't down for the cause
Keys shaped like 3's and are married to a splintering quartet
Sympathy gifted feels like a trap
I'm not the one to sing for the arms of man
No insults to my cloud are ordinary sounds
You've proved me mad
You whip the lion, I rip my thread
I clipped the wire because the news wasn't born yet

My flag is welded, never torn
Am I a star or a future urn?
Throw my books and my notes into my
Old toy box and say I was a man of culture

May I be found shaping love
Antiquating motifs with an oil drum
"But lunch time will be met
Under unconsolable, unfamiliar relations"

Churches will sing when the water turns
Into gasoline, when the fighting herds
Into my mailbox and says
My life can wait and so can the chrysanthemums

I'll still be a boy, you a girl of poems
Please don't be asleep while I'm alone
I can see your sundress in the cold
It jubilates my dying story roundabout to home