Paradigms Letra

In the French suit
From Woolworth's

Grab yourself right over here and show me a good time

Oh you can see the light
for ten centavos

You can transcend your harsh metaphysical reality
while you climb
for a dime, for dime, for a dime

Hey you, "mother theresa"
Don't you give me that
holierthanroller face

Sad faces don't get you anything
but a Nobel prize
Give me a dime
and beat it

Oh you can be so kind
for a lousy dime

Patent leather faces rushing
that are frozen in dreams
that are closed into a scene

You can be Albert Schweitzer or Florence Nightingale
Philanthropist for a day
for an eternal second

You'd like that wouldn't you?

You can put yourself on a pedestal while you climb so high

Buddy, can you spare you spare a dime?
Can you a pair of dimes?
Can you spare a paradigm?

Give me your gold, you're tired -- I'M HUNGRY!

Holy faces
Sturdy railings
Truth is our foundation
is crumbling into

Dust the banners
Wave all the china at the well-bred races
Shine like aluminum in children's faces
Bank your indulgences and keep up paces

Paint a hero
Oil a scene

There is nothing better than past
to define a futuristic reason for your completing
wardrobes, theses, passion

Searching for pullers of knives in rocks
Power
Shallow water
New meanings
Old refrains
And lives sway
like the wheat in the fields when it rains

Despues de una discusion aestetica de los colores de las cortinas royales,
todos los progresistas del pais pronunciaron su condena energica.
Todos los sectores de derechos tambien hicieron declaraciones
en defensa de sus convicciones

Far from the garish procession
A ray
Melting the postures
Loosening the gaintrap, controlling the essence
releasing the monstrance, refinding the present to
find a certain hot inside this frozen tundra-like existential flotsam

Molding icons
to a fashion
Blasting tunnel vision
Set your places then

Fork it over
Give it with zest as your digest your model
Review a saint and give a child its bottle
Pass the fat and smile with deep compassion

Epitomize your
social scene

There is nothing
harder than hope
to dissolve morbid cursor
writing over our
query, laughter, urge to balance

Searching for pullers of knives in rocks
Power
Shallow water
New meanings
Old refrains
And gods sway
like the wheat in the fields when it rains