Asterisk from Same by OK Glass

May as well be a form of lycanthropy
when divine inspiration or chemistry
spurs a sudden attack
and the sluice gates unlatch
and a current begins overtaking me

When the sky opened up and my jaw unhinged
I could see in slow motion before it hit
Lachesis at her desk
mutter under her breath
and her editor suggests an asterisk

So much for the hall of fame
and all the promises I made

When the hens come to roost, I'll be on the ground
in the fetal position till I am found
and I feast on my words
with my mouth on the curb
saying "please sir, can I have another pound?"

but until the sweet eve of my recompense
there'll be nothing to do but lie stiff and tense
till I finally doze
in a blissful repose
where I dream of the boots of the presidents

So much for the hall of fame
and all the promises I made
All the effort's gone to waste
now what will Saint Peter say?

"What is this?
What are we trying to do now?
What are you trying to pull?
I have no patience for you"

• Rock
• bass clarinet
• chamber pop
• synth punk
• New York