Matt Aspinwall
Matt Aspinwall
Matt Aspinwall
Matt Aspinwall
Matt Aspinwall
The Brave Little Abacus
The Brave Little Abacus
The Brave Little Abacus
The Brave Little Abacus
The Brave Little Abacus
Seems as if assemblies start and end
But with a leader like that, gun in hand, gun in hand
But with a leader like that, gun in hand
No one can stir, no one can stir
How can one constitute such fiction? It’s fiction, his fiction
I’m losing faith in this place
Opposition raises it's hands
What on earth is your god damn deal?
Agreeable, agreeable, how is she agreeable?
(Being one not to complain)
Without a voice, without a voice, she is now weary and hoarse
I’m so tired of all the inkblots, they’re the same
Of all acquaintances ashamed
Is I for feeling more than indifference
Is I for feeling more than indifference
I am but a fool, it’s all or nothing and I'm nothing
Take a look at me now, I scream "it’s done," well, it’s done
Leave it alone, say goodbye
Leave it alone, yeah, watch it die
Your revolution is killing me
Your revolution
Monday starts and then monday starts
Monday starts and then monday starts