Western Automatic Music Part 1

[Intro]
Stuck the landing five times
She asked him "How did it feel to be back home?"
He told her he tasted metal in the air when he landed
Managed his rabbit holes accordingly affording him the moment to switch subjects
Body cams over brunches as Amazon trucks double park outside the projects
A gossamer of security and find the logic in your enemies' causes
We are all drafted into a march of progress
Blame Les Paul as you Phillip Glass what you wouldn't Ike Turner
The kids still love the ice-cream song
The veneer of the "get along" is peelin' back
And there's a traffic jam at blackness at this moment, praxis at this moment, taxing at the moment
Relax it against what won't give a clear definition:
Western Automatic Music
The signs screams from the husk of a teen revolution
Somewhere, after the duck walk but before the duck walk
Never the same river twice
Especially if the water measures septic
As the train sings the body electric
Give me your tired, give me your poor, give me your huddled masses
Give me your wired, give me your bored, give me your troubled actress
There's a message in the bottle necking
Impaired by ornaments we mistake as street lights
Fortunate tortured visits every fortnights
Romancing taxi traffic acting as torchlight
I don't understand life!
If I did I prolly couldn't stand life!
With the beautiful parts not interlocking yet
With the Buddhist quotes on standby
Some lovers just don't call sober
And junkies never fall over
The meek will inherit it all because the brave always go first
The truth lives between purgatory and how goals work
I know some who would rather die than change even five percent about themselves
They choke on overnight revelations and prop up sober night celebrations
Made it to the finish line like "that's the point"
Only confused by our interpretation of the struggle
Western Automatic Music, YES
I'll pay the quarter gladly, forever changes daily
So, sadly, I pour my life into this chorus
Into this chorus
And it goes
It goes
It goes
It goes
It goes
It goes

[Outro]
Yes, I know songs like that
But I never make up songs like that
I always make up songs about the way people live
And how people act amongst themselves