Theoretica

I have been known to get ahead of myself. In fact, some might say it’s one of my fortés.

But I’m not one to rest on my laurels. You know this much about me. Witness evidence freshly spewed:

• CD Cover Artwork complete before CD itself

• Chorus for song finished before verse

• Song posted before completion

• Used the words “holy fuck” in song lyrics before gaining an ounce of credibility

Disorder rains over everything I do, anyway. I may as well share what I have so far. What if I get run over by a truck tomorrow? The tragedy… Deprived of the latest maudlin warbling by Unfuckable Jenny…

Someone suggested I put a flower in his hand and a beer can in hers. I’m open to suggestions. The more of us there are to blame for this thing, the better.

Oh. It’s just a chorus. And don’t forget the headphone rule.

Download LightGray.mp3

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LIGHT GRAY

And when I stopped to dream a little dream of you

all the stars took notes

and the moon rehearsed all its parts

And the tall white pillars

of a light gray smoke

that rose from my heart

from the fire that just started

when I found that match

Oh holy smokes

I think I’m burning

Holy smoke

I think I’m on fire

And when I stopped to dream a little dream of you

all the stars took notice

and the moon rehearsed all its charms

And the tall white pillars

of a light gray smoke

that rose from my heart

from the fire that just started

when I found that match

Oh holy smokes

Oh holy fuck

I think I’m burning