Loser / That Old Private Hell - Telethon

The magic of being a loser

Is that nobody has to find out

At times you’ll get swept by the pace of the river

But if you keep your head over then you probably won’t drown

I hope this won’t ruin the rest of your summer

The best that you’ve had in some time

By next september know that you’ll have forgotten

From top of mind into a passing thought

Keep that in mind when beams are about to give out

Being a loser’s a gift though it don’t seem like it now

Midwestern US of A’s

Got a habit of putting a smile on most anyone’s face

Ooze of dark crawls in and then just as quick as it came

Ooh, It takes the smiles away

Some stay here, some move away then come back

Because they miss the hiss of the sprinklers or

The smell of shellac but the fact stands that all

Backhand gestures come from in the

Realm of this god-given land

Adjust the dial and tune into that

Signal that you hear then can’t unhear

Plenty of folks never will, but you did, loud and clear now you’re

So skeptical, there must be

More to this than they’re telling me

A hush from the crowd’s got me paranoid

How am I supposed to believe they shut that fountain spout down

Apartment museums, family’s disapproving

Old friends all a burden, don’t buy it, you’re searching

You think you got it all figured out

You’ve done it over and over and over and over

You think the answer’s right there it’s so clean

I’ve done it over and over and over.

i’m over that

So, nothing is true and the shit you scraped off of your shoes

Wasn’t shit to begin with, and only through you and your soidisant penchant for

clues

Was it able to be shit

You’ve climbed too deep on down inside of the hole

Trying to spend the fourth of july without gravity

I Gotta tell ya i’m not willing to go

If that’s the place that you’re trying to drag me

Can ya blame me?

i’m

So skeptical, there must be

More to this than they’re telling you or me

No, i’m not taking it lightly

I’m doing this on behalf of this whole fuckin' city

Yeah, city, yeah, they’ll call it a city

When the breakthrough breaks through they’ll call this unit a city

And i’ll know where we are, and i’ll know who to thank

Maybe sit next to jay, i mean jimmy

By god, i’ll be great

Dreamt that someday i might play minor league baseball

Get called up at an opportune moment

And never wait around for nothing again

They’d be lining up for chances at friendship

Problem is past the eight grade i stopped playing baseball

Didn’t like to practice or jive with the mindset

Now i’m here waiting ‘round for nothing again

I’m here, sitting down, static day out and day in

A revolution igniting;

the opposite motion

Is the notion it may not be worth it to dwell

On that old private hell in your fucked head

Get it staged up real nice, try to sell the homestead

To new buyers unopposed who see the growth being posed

And you can put money down on a new plot instead