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Armbands On Dry Land

from Jimmy Jams by Dan Cooper

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Losing my cool is the new normal
Cement sky, I spy a pothole portal
All around me renovations
Scaffolding holding abnormal ovations
Silver stations, deluded halos
Dictate in day-glo
To me it’s painful
But it’s just another day though
Up shit creek in my winnebago

Don’t know which dinner to pay for
Better for my back if I sit at the table
Letter from Iraq that I wish I’d replied to
Denied I knew you in the interview
Sit and stew, that’s what time’ll do
Behind your back is where your bank will find you
Don’t need to force this, the tortoise taught us
Went to art college, should’ve joined the forces

Who do we think we are? Who do we wish we weren’t?
No one gets hurt if you tell me what I should’ve learnt
Burnt bridges earned, heard you were concerned
No words unturned, the road is a beach
There’s shells on the street
The road is a beach
There’s shells on the street
The road is a beach
There’s shells on the street
The road is a beach

Scripture and testament
Shavings of my shamefull aims
Equals unpleasantness
There’s shells on the street
The road is a beach
There’s shells on the street
The road is a beach

Survival of the weak, those who can teach
And nature hates ya, your fate’s a failure
There’s shells on the street
The road is a beach
There’s shells on the street
The road is a beach

Moor on the kerb
To sea and observe
Sand, Canister, Land
Pull up in reverse

Just like we rehearsed
I’ll nurse your universe
Armbands on dry land
Pull up and disburse

Cotswold Christians out to scam ya
Talk auctioned, gabble gavel I’m hammered
Autumn amble with Hannah and Anna
Opposite the office, lunch in an hour
Hide in the car, hide in the toilet
Someone wants to say hi just to spoil it
Owen wants to stay on high anointed
Ten minutes before the end of every appointment

Annoying destroying yourself? Decoy it
Depending on pretense? Enjoy it
Wear a hockey mask and a set of boilers
Machete in the foyer of all your employers
Four year old boy, who’s toys are some pliers
Pulling out teddy’s teeth and dolly’s eyes
Shopping spies, designing flyers
Hidden messages and forbidden desires

Who do we think we are? Who do we wish we weren’t?
No one gets hurt if you tell me what I should’ve learnt
Burnt bridges earned, heard you were concerned
No words unturned, the road is a beach
There’s shells on the street
The road is a beach
There’s shells on the street
The road is a beach
There’s shells on the street
The road is a beach

Scripture and testament
Shavings of my shamefull aims
Equals unpleasantness
There’s shells on the street
The road is a beach
There’s shells on the street
The road is a beach

Survival of the weak, those who can teach
And nature hates ya, your fate’s a failure
There’s shells on the street
The road is a beach
There’s shells on the street
The road is a beach

Moor on the kerb
To sea and observe
Sand, Canister, Land
Pull up in reverse

Just like we rehearsed
I’ll nurse your universe
Armbands on dry land
Pull up and disburse

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from Jimmy Jams, released December 25, 2017
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