Laurence Overmire - On Jack's Planet lyrics

Everything was in order. Temperatures recorded in diary of Every day's life, sentences uttered In blankness of white page Pa**ions played in scrutiny of detail Pictures placed with certain emphasis Moments not to be lost in mind. Even the Christmas tree year after year Stored completely decorated in a closet Each ornament hanging in its place Strictly maintained, not to be disturbed By the random chaos of a disjointed world The arbitrary chance that makes living So difficult. Coming as he did from an unruly upbringing Cold martinet father, dotty lesbian mother Who left (little Jack) to hack a path to freedom Half-brothers, foster mothers, back and forth Without a home, no wonder the need To right the haphazard fall of Obstinate blocks. The alcohol slipped so easily through the bars A parched throat gasping, the anesthetic coat So soothing to the chill in his breast, the drums in his head Pounding Saxophones jazzing through the dark pull of night Yearning for release in notes of Pure unfettered music, tamed in sameness Finally Doing what people do in order to survive. His wife, his children, perhaps Could never understand, too close To see the sanity of his madness The way the holding of opposites together In perfect alignment with fixed patterns Made a kind of grounding gravity Alien to the visitor, but completely logical On Jack's Planet.