Poets (Live At Metropol Oct 2, 1998)

Thank you
Unh
You know what time it is
You know what time it is
Unh

Almost time for a grand gesture
It's time to climb a tree
It's time to throw a rock at a squirrel
It's time to focus on me

Spring starts when a heartbeat's poundin'
When the birds can be heard above the reckonin' carts doin' some final accountin' (Not too bad)
Lava flowin' in Superfarmer's direction
He's been gettin' reprieve from the heat in the frozen food section, yeah

Don't tell me what the poets are doin'
Don't tell me that they're talking tough, unh
Don't tell me that they're anti-social
Somehow not anti-social enough, that's right

And porn speaks to its splintered legions (And I, can't find)
To the pink amid the withered cornstalks in them winter regions, mmm (The time, to mind)
While aimin' at the archetypal father (And I, can't find)
He said with such broad and tentative swipes, "Why do you even bother?", yeah (The time, to mind)

Don't tell me what the poets are doin'
Those Himalayas of the mind
Don't tell me what the poets been doin'
In the long grasses over time

Not the long grass over time part, oh
You enjoy, like, a little
Sort of box steppin' in D by Blue Jeans
Crossing over the river

Don't tell me what the poets are doin'
On the street and the epitome of vague
Don't tell me how the universe is altered
When you find out how he gets laid, all right

If there's nothing more that ya need now (And I, can't find)
Your lawn cut by bare-breasted women (The time)
Your beach bleached towels within reach for the women (To mind)
Got to make it, got to make it by swimmin'

Woo

I like a little all over the world with as far as
Ireland and South America, too, and then you might see a chateau in France
And some place, you talk Timbuktu and Arizona and swimming from the North Pole
Or saluting a ball on the globe and there's only lake that'll steam up

I'm signing off now from Miami Beach
Beyond the weekend, I'm strictly out of reach
If you need to get me and it's some kind of emergency
Dial 511-7433
Run, run-run in a phone booth
"Hi mom, be home soon"
"I gotta go, see ya", click-click
Boom