Glow Mechanics - Aloft lyrics

Iron fist and a heart on my sleeve yet I'm pleased to the third degree. And the story goes, "Excuse me, sir?" "Yes friend, what do you need?" "Can I get a smoke, light, a lager? Can I stay a little longer? I could use some food and shelter from the sweltering heat." "Yeah, but when you get diseased I thank you kindly to leave." And kindness costs nothing so my tunage is free and you can tune into a view the likes of which your noodles never known I'm not new to the swing of things. Bring it out of neutral to put some juice in your movement. Dammit. The hand of God's damage. Wrath isn't satisfying if you try to plan it, if you got a seed plant it, if not, don't panic. Let your problems bubble up and pa** you by -- like rivers, trees, rocks, the animals, all that. Don't concern yourself with what lurks in tall gra**. Or the peeks out of window when you're wondering who might be with you Trust me -- I've fallen victim to all these. The narrower the path the less likely to last, as well as: grand entrance, final exit, is it what makes it tick or just the cog's henchman? I let out a slick guffaw inside the warm fleshy arms of my adopted laws. And inside those, too, like a Russian doll, I saw the infinite loop at the end of it all. I always bring a map with, and double check the address. Slickers know this city but they undersell its vastness. Fastest is bestest, but slowest sees the mostest, so I'll drink any Kool Aid if I can tinker with the potion Nothing comes and goes as easy as a hopeful feeling that talks from the corner of its mouth, and casts no doubt. But I know that now, so I'll go back out and field another team of well-meaning hypocrites. The waiting life is really getting old. But these burning questions are turning out too hot to hold, so I'm taking this old show back up on the road and maybe post up in some cookie-cutter suburb of the danger zone