Small Talk from Juvenile Deflection by Jockey Onassis
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| 4. | Small Talk | 2:15 |
Lyrics
In days like these
Made of brittle bones
I find myself wondering
Who cast the first stone
It seems not to matter
The route drawn on a map
This car will weave and swerve
Look out! It’s a trap!
When I’ve run the gamut
Of things I could say
I know deep down inside
It’s only black and white, no gray
How can we keep this going?
How to make it past?
This mindless small talk
Keeps make my sanity intact
I thought I always knew you
And that I saw the truth
Now my eyes are open
You can just call me a sleuth
In one fell swoop
You’ve blurred all the lines
I don’t know how to know you
Thanks to all these land mines
When I’ve run the gamut
Of things I could say
I know deep down inside
It’s only black and white, no gray
How can we keep this going?
How to make it past?
This mindless small talk
Keeps make my sanity intact
You say you support me
Love me no matter what
So, what’s to say that won’t change
If I point out your moral shortcut
A change in topic
Would likely be an end
I’ll be sad to see you go
But I know you that won’t bend
When I’ve run the gamut
Of things I could say
I know deep down inside
It’s only black and white, no gray
How can we keep this going?
How to make it past?
This mindless small talk
Keeps make my sanity intact
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Once upon a time, there was a youngster who grew up in Camelot, but dreamed of riding the winner in the Kentucky Derby. He trained and practiced, practiced and trained, day and night. But his dreams were crushed when his parents sold him to a Greek shipping tycoon for a handful of magic beans and a Dead Kennedys CD. And they all lived happily ever after....