Lovely Thing Suite: Theories

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[Verse] Arthur stepped off, yeah, he stepped off of the chair Couldn't weigh a hundred-forty pounds And the rope snapped, yeah, the rope snapped And then Arthur found himself looking up from the ground Looking up, looking up, found things looking up Looking up, looking not so down, no, not so down No, knots don't have to stay that way No, not so tightly wound What a lovely thing it is to fail To release those grasping fingernails Arthur thought the end was near Then Arthur played for fifty years And then my father walked down 8th and 57th Street to Carnegie Hall, yeah, it was Carnegie Hall The show was past sold out for weeks But they said, "If you don't mind, if you don't mind sitting on stage Sometimes, we release a couple seats" Twenty feet, twenty feet, yeah my dad's twenty-three Twenty feet from the hands on the keys Yeah, the hands on the keys of a man with the hands that almost didn't exist That almost didn't exist to see Back in '97 when Dad was my chauffeur He'd play the radio and I'd try to guess the composer Chopin sprinkled over the hum of the motor When I was young, I'd never doubt my composure Everything's kosher, man, I was so sure I'd say that I'm good (I'm good) Don't want no adulthood, I never understood Couldn't get how anyone would ever want to end their life Until the day that I could I've heard it said we're alone in the ether (Ether) That we're the only intelligent creatures (Creatures) So you don't need to adjust your receivers If they were out there, they'd be texting us, hitting our beepers Invading us on some alien Julius Caesar Or begging, "Take me to your leader" But I got a theory it's neither That there's a billion brilliant alien planets at leisure Smoking alien reefer The evolution of the mind's not the hunger to conquer Or to want, or to seek, or to wander Or even wonder, but simply to be Until we cease to be any longer There's nothing wrong with heavy eyelids I hope you enjoyed my twenties as much as I did You'll never know how much that all of you provided And I'm gonna try to do the same for my k- [Outro]
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- Writers
- Watsky
- Kush Mody