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    "Lovely Thing Suite: Theories" Lyrics


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    Arthur stepped off, yeah he stepped offa the chair
    Couldn't weigh a hundred forty pounds
    And the rope snapped yeah the rope snapped
    And then Arthur found himself looking up from the ground
    Looking up, looking up, found things looking up
    Looking up, looking not so down, no not so down
    No knots don't have to stay that way
    No, not so tightly wound

    What a lovely thing it is to fail
    To release those grasping fingernails
    Arthur thought the end was near
    Then Arthur played for fifty years
    And then my father walked down 8th and 57th street to

    Carnegie Hall, yeah it was Carnegie Hill
    The show was past sold out for weeks
    But they said "if you don't mind, if you don't mind sitting on stage
    Sometimes we release a couple seats"
    Twenty feet, twenty feet, yeah my dad's twenty three
    Tweet feet from the hands on the keys
    Yeah, the hands on the keys of a man with the hands that almost didn't exist
    That almost didn't exist to see

    Back in 97 when Dad was my chauffeur
    He'd play radio and I'd try to guess the composer
    Chopin sprinkled over the hum of the motor
    When I was young never I'd doubt my composure
    Everything's kosher, man I was so sure
    I'd say that I'm good
    Don't want no adulthood
    I never understood
    Couldn't get how anyone would ever want to end to their life
    Until the day that I could
    I've heard it said we're alone in the ether
    That we're the only intelligent creatures
    So you don't need to adjust your receivers
    If they were out there they'd be texting us, hitting our beepers
    Invading us on some alien Julius Caesar
    Or begging "take me to your leader"
    But I got a theory it's neither
    That there's a billion brilliant alien planets at leisure
    Smoking alien reefer
    The evolution of the mind's not the hunger to conquer
    Or to want or to seek or to wander
    Or even wonder, but to simply to be
    Until we cease to be any longer
    There's nothing wrong with heavy eyelids
    I hope you enjoyed my twenties as much as I did
    You'll never know how much that all of you provided
    And I'm gonna try to do the same for
    This song was submitted on October 16th, 2016.
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