Posted by: Dustin Faulkner | May 28, 2009

Screaming, drunk, disorderly

Synapse to synapse: the possibility’s thin
I’m dressed up for free drinks and family greetings
On your wedding, your wedding, your wedding date
The figures in plastic on the wedding cake
That I took were so real

And I kept distance: the complications cloud
The postcards and blip through fiberoptics
As the girls with pigtails
Were running from little boys wearing bowties
Their parents bought them: “I’ll catch you this time!”

Crashing through the parlor doors
What was your first reaction?
Screaming, drunk, disorderly: I’ll tell you mine
You were the one
But I can’t spit it out when the date’s been set
The white routine to be ingested inaccurately

Synapse to synapse: the sneaky kids had attached
Beer cans to the bumper so they could drive
Up and down the main drag
People would turn to see who’s making the racket
It’s not the first time

When they lay down the fish will swim upstream
And I’ll contest, but they won’t listen
When the casualty rate’s near 100%
And there isn’t a pension for second best
Or for hardly moving

Crashing through the parlor doors
What was your first reaction?
Screaming, drunk, disorderly: I’ll tell you mine
You were the one
But I can’t spit it out when the date’s been set
The white routine to be ingested inaccurately

You were the one
But I can’t spit it out when the date’s been set
The white routine to be ingested inaccurately

Such a freaking gorgeous song, one of my favorite when I heard it live at the concert a few weeks back.

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