Friday, March 13, 2009

394 : 5/9/99 : Cardamom (The Inertia Machine 28/36)

There he sits the smooth talker
cracking cardamom seeds
A three piece jumped up gun
stocked with virtual recall and satellite feeds
tucked up somewhere back behind his jaw
ain’t he the coolest thing you ever saw
Hyped up tuned up glory my cup
runneth over packed with rhymes and reason
always the seductive argument
and comes in every color for the change of the season
the weave of his tie is hypnotic and he talks so good
‘bout all the things you want to do but don’t think that you should
Boy walk away if you see him
cracking jokes and seeds and tiny skulls
of the the tiny friends who tried to warn you
ain’t you sorry you never listened to their parables
you never take advice from anyone
don’t come crying to me when you run afoul of that gun

You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here

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