There’s nothing my mind can’t grind into dust
No tissue paper moral or ideal I trust
There’s no ember that glows I can’t foresee to its snuffing
No comforting cushion I can’t empty of stuffing
But
There is a secret room in my house
I’ve never seen before—upstairs, behind the loft
Squeeze through the hidden doorway
It’s well-lit—and empty
I’m going there tonight!
There’s no river that runs that I can’t trace to a cold source
No trail that’s been trod I won’t pin on an old horse
There’s no wise man with the cards who I believe isn’t bluffing
No scaly skin I won’t insist will be sloughing
But
There is a secret room in my school
I’ve never been in—up above the auditorium
Follow the white corridor no one sees
Navigate the twists
It’s empty!
I’m going there right now
credits
from Paraprosdokian!,
released December 17, 2013
Elliot Knapp - Gibson Nighthawk, CS-336 and ES-335, Moog Synthesizer, vocal.
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