[Andy]
I was born in a box car,
color-blind, pigeon toed, pock-marked.
Twisted figure, broken heart they'd fixed up with monkey parts.
[P.O.S.]
I was born in a four story roach motel,
with floor to ceiling agitations,
wooden blocks and basic distaste for anything else.
(Andy)
I was raised by a pack of wolves,
nursed in our nations capital.
Taught to hunt and gather food,
and howl at the moon in the reflecting pool.
(P.O.S.)
I was raised by a slow jam,
two grizzlies for a mother who cared,
six packs of ramen nostradamus paranoia affair.
(Andy)
I fell in love with the flim-flammer,
charming con-artist, sexy counterfeiter,
pretty grifter, hidden ace switch making quick fingers.
(P.O.S.)
I fell in love with the most beautiful vulture,
she picked away my flesh, I'm left with skeletons,
welcome warm and tearing through my shoulders.
(Andy)
And she gave birth to my only son,
a smoking gun,
blue eyed, black chip,
on the first warm day to end the ice age frost-bit
(P.O.S.)
And she gave birth to a lion-cub,
it's followed me for years now,
I'm leaning by the A's so I don't peak (?)
I know it's chewing on my fingers while I sleep,
I know it's stupid but it keeps without a leash,
and I've been trying to set it loose,
it seems it's freedom stripping me,
so I treat it like what it is.
I lay these eggshells to remember to be careful.

(both)
You can find a swarm where the stingers hold back.
You can find a warm spot in a cold snap.
If you don't scratch when the itches make you hair stand tall,
it may shake you but you won't fall
You can find a swarm where the stingers hold back.
You can find a warm spot in a cold snap.
If you don't scratch when the itches make you hair stand tall,
it may shake you but you won't fall

(Andy)
Justice can sleep for centuries,
to wake when it's least expected.
I never seen miraculous deeds,
fall on those who expect them.
Life ain't a dream it's just a string of jokes,
all connected.
There's something beautiful to me,
in the act of making your own death bed.

(P.O.S.)
And we sung,
We all walk with smiles which are quick to wash off,
Suit and loose and unbuttoned like ready to draw.
Love it raw 'till tender is far too fierce for us,
winter is almost here for us, and like July.
Hard to find tracks when it's buried under so much decay
Hard to find trail when it's buried under what's paved.
This is the story of my trial by erosion of words,
simple what's right like who's just being polite.
We all walk with smiles which are quick to wash off,
Suit and loose and unbuttoned like ready to draw.
Love it raw 'till tender is far too fierce for us,
winter is almost here for us, it's like July.
Hard to find tracks when it's buried under so much decay
Hard to find trail when it's buried under what's paved.
This is the story of my trial by erosion of words,
simple what's right like who's just being polite.

(both)
You can find a swarm where the stingers hold back.
You can find a warm spot in a cold snap.
If you don't scratch when the itches make you hair stand tall,
it may shake you but you won't fall down.
You can find a swarm where the stingers hold back.
You can find a warm spot in a cold snap.
If you don't scratch when the itches make you hair stand tall,
it may shake you but you won't fall down.
(Andy)
You can find a swarm where the stingers hold back.
You can find a warm spot in a cold snap.
If you don't scratch when the itches make you hair stand tall,
it may shake you but you won't fall down.


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  • +1
    General Comment"on the first warm day to end the ice age prospect."
    I think it should say "on the first warm day to end the ice age, frost bit"

    stagnateon August 08, 2011   Link
  • +1
    Song MeaningPretty straight forward song to me.

    Message of the song is pretty much to love life and enjoy it even where everything is shit. You can always find bright spots in the what you thought were the worst of outcomes.

    Both were raised up in poor environments.

    POS story is the more positive as he first sees his kid wieght dragging him down, "freedom stripping" him. but he later comes to love him though Im not sure what he means after that.

    Astro's version is a little different as I see his son getting into trouble and just being a screw up. I get this idea from verse about having his son where he calls him a "smoking gun". His take on life is much more bleak, reminding me of the comedian from the story Watchmen. All he can do is laugh, "life is just a string of jokes all connected".
    ADPeteon September 21, 2011   Link
  • 0
    General CommentI'd love to hear peeps take on this song. There's so much here, but it sounds like the two guys' lives in a comparison. I can't claim to know exactly what it's about :-/.
    MrReon April 17, 2009   Link
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    General Commenti love this song. some of the best lyrics from him, and probably the best from this album. and P.O.S.'s contribution was excellent.

    i'm not sure if it's fictional or not - it may be, considering astronautalis doesn't have a kid. or i don't think he does, at least. you never know.
    1021on June 07, 2009   Link
  • 0
    General Commenti think stef might, though. he mentions a son in some songs i think? im not sure.
    mogginson August 05, 2009   Link
  • 0
    General Commentastronautalis doesn't have a son.

    he is colorblind, though.
    RaygunShaunon August 27, 2011   Link
  • -1
    General Commenti know p.o.s. has a son, and i can see his part being realistic.... as for astro... idk much about him, but i dont think he has a son... but he may... and who knows, it could be real, or if not real based on reality most likely with a few differences such as a son he doesnt actually have lol. But i seriously think p.o.s.'s is real
    VagrantVagabondon September 13, 2010   Link

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