Peanuts from Minimalism by Otis Infrastructure
Tracklist
| 6. | Peanuts | 2:58 |
Lyrics
"blah blah"
in a letter
a toothless baby
describes the weather
"ah ah"
it's green again
one hundred and ten
days without zen
we never feign
we're always faint
you see that battered vein?
it's peanuts and it's paint
I'm a writer
a writer by trade
but really a compiler
a compiler of "oh"
a hearty "ah ah"
and a "la da da"
spells out my name
rename my name
that's fucking great
you finished your whole plate
of slop, of slime, of thick, mucky, salty grime
but you don't know the essence of your hate
keep on prodding
keep on prodding till it bursts
like a pimple
smash the ant-farm, keep in terse
there’s a geyser
so much water that you’d burst
too much drinking
I spilled coffee in your hearse
I'm the worst
I'm the words
that the plane drops down at it flies through the wisps of clouds and all is gray and sound but still there’s no way you’ll be able sum up anything so you keep on spewing and spewing and spewing till you give up on chasing your tail around the tree around the tree around the tree around the tree
