The Felice Brothers - Be at Rest Lyrics

Mister Felice, six foot tall
One hundred and forty-eight pounds
Soft teeth, sleep deprived, below average student

Owner of two ill-fitting suits
Wearer of hand me downs
Often lukewarm, and withdrawn
Bathrobe often loosely tied
(Be at rest my friend)
Be at rest

Never once named employee of the month
Lover of twenty-four hour laundromats
Avoider of eye contact
Avoider of blood drives
(Be at rest my friend)
Be at rest

Worked every night club in America
Had a fear of falling pianos
Now exists in the interval between being and illusion
In the saddle of a phosphorous horse
A patron of snow cone carts
Semi proficient at long division
Once spent over two months stuck in a painting by Bruegel the Elder

The hearse has been cleaned and polished
His body has been prepared for entombment
The guest book left open
The funeral parlor pillows
Have been fluffed

To his son he leaves a cloudless sky
One pair of ill-fitting shoes
To his wife a box of undeveloped negatives
And a bowl of onion soup
From dreams to dust