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The Scarecrow Speaks

This song is by Deep Puddle Dynamics and appears on the album The Taste Of Rain... Why Kneel? (1999).

Okay everyone
put away your boyish desires
Your buoyant sighs
Your rolling eyes
Your lust for roll and rock
Your lust for getting rocks off with other follies
All your desires for couch and TV
Pick up a book, pick up a shovel
Put down the gun, throw up the fist
Throw intelligent words in this game of conversation

Try a new arrangement
Dollars and sensibility
Intelligence and ability
Eloquence and nobility
Treat your girl like you treat your TV
How you should use your headphones and positive role models

Try staying home
Stop trying to prove
Stop trying to be, stop trying to do
Just be proof, do, and exist
Go to college
Respect your mother
Look out for your little sister
Respect no one except yourself

Treat all others how you expect in return
Exercise intellect
If you're lackin', pretend
Call few people enemies and call fewer people friends
Don't do it for the wealth, do it all for the love

Love everything you do and do nothing half-heartedly
Be what you speak
Man, never speak on what you be
Even if you're lost, front like you got a plan
It ain't that hard to stand if you're ready to be a man

I come to you with one heart
Broken in two
Lashed hands and many flaws, a man
In return I ask only an ego-less unbiased listen
For what I speak of offers freedom from mind
Freedom from a focused impulse
And not at all the spangled, yankee-doodle
Union musket encompassed sense of liberty
Which our forefathers in Holy-Wood have fed and sold us for scores

I'm eluding and rightfully so to salvage clear-headedness of composed
fated state of human being
No grand inquisitor myself I pour forth a pensive frown upon and
Frustrated, humble however furious
This reason for being here
This well you've found is phenomen-all-o-ne
In the immortal words of Oliver Wendell Holmes
A mind that is stretched to a new idea
never returns to its original dimension

Topsoil is no seashell full of bitter ocean
Body but it can be
Changing for and from triumph to mystery
Every somehow has a place
Where you dare not set foot and can't see a thing
So weave those silver threads into soul-leveled bonds
And be unbounded no longer
Manipulative, let it go

Let the wandering take it all in
Make you yours
My masters, my pupils, my equals
Drop, decorate
I implore you
Just think

Let me address you with two conflicting topics at this moment
Two paths I've roamed it
Intention to hit home with this discussion
And make you pawn to strengthen your words
Not talking racial connotation, but loosely tied with bees and birds

Also loosely tied with opposites
The depths of negativity in your soul
Let it take control and you can see deeper into the hole
Of self-destruction its obstruction of the opposite feeling
My fellow men and women, its love and hate with which we're dealing

I've experienced both words
Let's ponder my theory and thought
On these two and the correlation that each other has brought
I've sought the answer and I've found hate is stronger than love
I love to hate you, I hate to love you, hate always ends up above

It's much easier to say you hate than to say you love a person
But easier to say you love material and currency when it's dispersin'
I've realized long ago that either word is a delicate topic so
Hence the circle on my finger I.D.O. on that day was my flow

And although I see many problems in my fellow man
Hatred of others is absolutely not my master plan
My other spiritual half has taught me much about my true feelings
I was slipping into mental remission
But it was brought into the healing process

I consider myself blessed when I think
Floating up above the majority makes others look like they sink
Hating, you give up nothing
Love, you give it up all
So I smirk at all of y'all
While you await my downfall

Condescending, the lake dove into
When you finally acknowledge that I'm not pretending
Follow the language, the direction, the dialect
The cadence, the enunciation
Emphasis, pretentiousness

Assumptions makin an ass of you
Point A in the air you share with me
Point B now draw a straight line connecting us
Wait, wait man who's not paying attention?
See, class here's the problem
Y'all all need to stop resting and collectin' dust

My stance resembles anger but no your perception's crooked
Now be some good little bastards, turn your textbooks to page seven
Where it reads that God got drunk, drove heaven into a tree
Now there's no reasons left for you to continue to breathe

Haha, just joking only trying to see who's listenin'
Now heads up, time to test the potential of your faults
And the results will stay confidential
For as long as you face the front of your self-esteem
Lose focus, get broken at the seams

Let's open up the conversation for comments
To complement your circumcised mind state while I ride on your anxieties
Trying to speak to the class and justify the act
By pointing my finger at your head and askin' you what the fuck is that?!
Thank you, thank you


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