[PLEASE NOTE THAT BANDCAMP DOES NOT PRESERVE ALL TEXT FORMATTING. These lyrics look better in the CD sleeve.]
This or that, or maybe something else...
Option A, B, C, decide.
Fence-sitters like me get splintered pride or hide.
Many possibilities bounce endlessly round my crown,
but from a fence I normally fall down.
Black and white that doesn’t quite help.
um...they’re like vertical bars.
or...perhaps endless horizons
stretched infinitely far.
Grey paves the way in my bonce baby
(it is grey matter after all)
and it’s the grey that matters to me.
I err on ‘er’ and that tends to lead to a fall.
From the fence.
Stunted by these vacillations,
options overwhelm.
Lapses in synapses trap this
ditherer within a withering realm
and that perhaps is why...
My splintered hide resides atop fence,
bloodied and chafed from the sliding across.
I just stare down at the hair tops below.
I’ve mined my mind but my mind’s come up at a loss.
On the fence.
Prod the problem through a prism
to separate into parts.
Then you can tackle one beam at a time
and start living.
I summoned the cream of science
(Can we help you?)
To make a device or appliance.
(With some voodoo?)
To channel the chore of choosing
(Escape the bind!)
Which makes it all less confusing,
to our muddled minds.
Prod the problem through a prism
to separate into parts.
Then you can tackle,
then you can battle,
you can dismantle,
and start to shackle one...
One beam at a time (one beam at a time).
One beam at a time (one thing at a time).
Prod the problem through a prism (repeat)
Jump off the fence (repeat)
Jump off it...
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