The Island of Misfit Toys - Scaffolding lyrics

Who put me in this pedestrian hospital? Someone ripped out all my Catholic modules I'm split wide with a head full of sirens And a panoramic picture to watch It's filled with every girl I bit when I kissed Looking blue and amethyst and dismissed And it fills me with nondescript song To watch what I did wrong I've got asterisks and footnotes before me How else could I write this story? All my songs have caught the sniffles So this is all I have Lux No one's ever met me, I am a great cloud of unknowing You've only seen ball bearings, you've only seen soft landings No one's ever met me, I am a great cloud of unknowing I'm inside some spells, I'm inside the stairs I've written a book for the kid I am and was Of snowflakes in the summer, of lost pockets of time Of stiff archaic rhymes, of sun too trite to shine When night filled every eye in oily absolutes Of trying to look up to nothing but the night When stars swallowed the sky in muted lullaby And all the ants of Earth turned hard and marble white And centuries went by 'til everybody died I am who upsets me, I am a great cloud of annoying I take reactions badly, I take that badness gladly All my songs have caught the sniffles because my longs have caught the littles My cogs forgot their goggles, I'm all gills and oil spills And when magic spread like garnish looks more and more like garbage I hate in stacks of dishes, in putrid little wish-lists I hate in fleets of buses, in piles of weeping wasn'ts And when pa**ionless and dry, it's 10 o'clock at night So when I'm drowned and soundless, I hope my body's boundless But I feel close to dead both in and out of church Both in and out of work, both in and out of bed My dogs are soaking wet with molten lead Wipe off the goo Slide through the slit Burst into white from the Earth like the church that you're worth Lux Aurumque I can't write anything without asterisks. How else could I tell a story? There are always obscurities and details and exceptions that dwell above and beyond the call of duty, no matter what calls I make. No matter where I am, you'll always look like you caught me. The order of operations in my making is comprised of these parts. I remember the color of the coating of a sick throat. I remember screaming from outside, thrown stones landing in rings. I remember being pinned by Oscar and his girls, attempting to cram paraphernalia in my mouth. I remember baptism, walking homeless on a highway, singing something. I remember loving him without knowing the song was about him. I remember impossible lost time stuck in the slimy pit stops of my dreams. I remember those fever dreams in the shower of my house, dreading returning home. I remember capitalizing on moments. I remember being catapulted into the center of a sunflower. I remember waking to be reminded that I'm not, and never will be, special. I remember having to explain the drool in my cup, the stop in my go. I've repressed sports, snow, psychology, the details on the Minzer file, mustard, uncles and cousins, and actual love and s** that no one can speak of without a sinless stoning. It's a bleak winter when you remember that you're the only sinner. It's a dark future when all you want to grip is slicked with blood Lux Aurumque I'm not a rock and I'm not an island When I'm left alone, I chat with the silence Sure, I'd function and be my own man But don't interpret that as perfect, I can't hold my own hand I can't be happy if I can't make others happy And I can't make myself happy, only calm and content My friends are building my scaffolding They have no idea that they keep me singing So when she's here, I know I've got her And when they're here, I know I've got them When I feel it, I know my heart beats And when I walk, I know I've got street for days When I breathe, I know I've got age And when I read, I've got every page My friends are building my scaffolding They have no idea that they keep me singing out