January 25, 2004 6:09 AM |
An Ode to The Residents |
I typically have no interest in poetry, but after completing a song today, fuck it -- I'll throw the words here.
Two pairs of eyes gazed from the stage
I know them not more than they know me
Many see the eyes, as silent disguise
But they're four windows to souls of honesty
Fools will ever brand their art as noisy and absurd
But there's a beauty underneath it, unlike I've ever heard
Songs that make laughter, others bring out deepest fears
Some bring out my hatred, others leave me in tears
Purest expression, unbound by all convention
I am forever grateful for them sharing their invention
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