The Brave Little Abacus
The Brave Little Abacus
The Brave Little Abacus
The Brave Little Abacus
The Brave Little Abacus
The Brave Little Abacus
The Brave Little Abacus
The Brave Little Abacus
The Brave Little Abacus
The Brave Little Abacus
By this point in the album the narrator understands that wherever he goes to will not be different from his home. He experiences the same struggles, but he still chooses to live with it. He ignores the idea that he might as well go back home, because he feels more mature with where he is now.
I'll be quiet like my home
Sleep sound while you're tread upon
Staggering, you were right, bound to fall
I will count every single day
Where the things that you had to do
The people you have to picket sign
Find that they may confuse the ones who seldom move
And how you'd never leave reclusion alone
Staggering, burn it to the ground
I don't want to know about my sky's baby blue shade
Down, underground
Now that all is so quiet
Sleep sound while you're tread
Sleep sound while you're tread upon
Oh God
I dance and bathe down
Underground, now
That the gardens are cold
And the lone tree is cut down
Underground, now
As if you weren't adored
You leave this place, my life, this earth
As if you weren't adored
You leave this place, my life, this earth
I'm not the kind to write you, though I think I wrote before
About some feelings, perhaps anguish, or how I didn't feel alone
It reads "I felt you right there with me, and together we felt them"
This here phenomenon experienced in the confines of my home
Over-analytic side, the things we never feel contempt for
How I see you in my car when there's no one else around
There is no one else around, only when I get scared
There, you're smiling like there's something on your mind
The fact this scene is out of a film's
Its superfluities rise to greet us, I don't wanna know
Next slide please, watch as I seat another
A real go-getter, I will go get her
I felt as if I were a child that night I watched her dance
Sitting on your basement floor
Eyes and ears growing in the way the puppet's nose did
Tell me lies
Tell me lies like handkerchiefs out your sleeve
(That was really-)
May you please just take your mask off
I don't feel as if you're that lost
Picket signs, let's burn them to the ground
I don't know why I am underground
(Underground) was written by The Brave Little Abacus.
(Underground) was produced by The Brave Little Abacus.
The Brave Little Abacus released (Underground) on Sat Aug 01 2009.