Garden Of Simple

some crazy fucker carved a sculpture out of butter 
and propped it up in the middle of the bonanza breakfast bar 
and i am stuffing toast and sausage into my pockets 
under a sign that says grand opening 
while my dog is waiting in the car

i wake up, i check out 
i fill the tank and wash the windshield clean 
then i'm back out on the highway 
and BANG that's when i remember my dream: 

we were standing in a garden 
and i had a machine that made silence 
it just sucked up the whole opinionated din 
and there were no people on the payroll 
and there were no monkeys on our backs 
and i said, show me what you look like 
without skin

science chases money 
and money chases its tail 
and the best minds of my generation
can't make bail 
but the bacteria are coming to take us down
that's my prediction
it's the answer to this culture
of the quick fix prescription 

but in the garden of simple
where all of us are nameless
you were never anything but beautiful to me
and, you know, they never really owned you
you just carried them around 
and then one day you put 'em down 
and found your hands were free

so now it's early in the morning 
at the longitude of memphis 
and the sun is setting sweetly on hong kong
and the big plan is just to keep spinning 
cuz the big bang is only just beginning 
and sometimes it's all that we can do just to hang on 

and what i meant to say is xxoo which means i'm thinking of ya 
which means i've been thinking of you 
all along

   
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