Lyrics to 5 to 8 Hours a Day (WWwaG)
People in the garden, dressing up for revolution
Can't keep down, weak constitution
Am I wasted? Hated?
Eating all the walruses, keeping all the tusks
Us
You didn't think this would come out of me
You didn't think this would come out of me
People in the garden, dressing up for revolution
Can't keep down, weak constitution
Am I wasted? Hated?
Eating all the walruses, keeping all the tusks
Us
You didn't think this would come out of me
You didn't think this would come out of me
"Five to eight hours a day," he said
In a dream of his, my body is a guitar
Insubordinate fingers, insubordinate mind
Tamed by practice
Through repetition, transformation
Seedling into tree
Tiny cell upon tiny cell upon tiny cell upon tiny cell upon tiny cell
I tried it exactly once
Like a goody two shoes with one joint
Like a clock twice, lazy luck
Maybe it's the precursor to habit
I'm carrying a verse after a guitar stand
Birthed and grown before the lashes nipped my cheek
She flowed like a tear drop
Up to 5' 9" over the course of thirty minutes
But what about the features?
Like Jesus, like Santa, like Cleopatra
I'm testing the ghosts, the vultures
I know she looks like me
My song, my child
But I'm not done with them yet, the birds
I know I live in their heads
Their invisible conjuring
We all see through it, like air
The second I met them, I started drinking
But the habit hasn't yet kicked me
Did you notice I rewrote the lyric?
I want to try to fill myself with the things I've lost
The things I wanted, the things I love
You love like stolen land
At my worst, I do too
But I'm on my way to getting free
This is the only moment in the history of the universe
That we will be here together
Celebrate by being here
Can't keep down, weak constitution
Am I wasted? Hated?
Eating all the walruses, keeping all the tusks
Us
You didn't think this would come out of me
You didn't think this would come out of me
People in the garden, dressing up for revolution
Can't keep down, weak constitution
Am I wasted? Hated?
Eating all the walruses, keeping all the tusks
Us
You didn't think this would come out of me
You didn't think this would come out of me
"Five to eight hours a day," he said
In a dream of his, my body is a guitar
Insubordinate fingers, insubordinate mind
Tamed by practice
Through repetition, transformation
Seedling into tree
Tiny cell upon tiny cell upon tiny cell upon tiny cell upon tiny cell
I tried it exactly once
Like a goody two shoes with one joint
Like a clock twice, lazy luck
Maybe it's the precursor to habit
I'm carrying a verse after a guitar stand
Birthed and grown before the lashes nipped my cheek
She flowed like a tear drop
Up to 5' 9" over the course of thirty minutes
But what about the features?
Like Jesus, like Santa, like Cleopatra
I'm testing the ghosts, the vultures
I know she looks like me
My song, my child
But I'm not done with them yet, the birds
I know I live in their heads
Their invisible conjuring
We all see through it, like air
The second I met them, I started drinking
But the habit hasn't yet kicked me
Did you notice I rewrote the lyric?
I want to try to fill myself with the things I've lost
The things I wanted, the things I love
You love like stolen land
At my worst, I do too
But I'm on my way to getting free
This is the only moment in the history of the universe
That we will be here together
Celebrate by being here
