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Bed To The Bills Lyrics
the next day
the exact same nurse is standing with her back to me
at every last passing bus stop.
only this time, what looks like a small stack of bills
with bat wings, is hovering just beside her.
they're bound together by a narrow wishbone,
beneath it rests a large bowl full of some indistinct fruit.
waxen looking still, atop a three quarter length corinthian column.
To the left is a rather fit "right" woman's left leg,
buried thigh deep in the hallowed and wood-chip topped bus stop grounds.
the planted lady's leg looking clean shaven and hot
sweat beading up about its calf in the black avenue amplified sun
an eye blue high heel jut in full bloom on its visible end.
and so you get off...
to find two suits arguing silent
before a double-parked and obviously unmarked cop car.
the blown-up head flesh of two big business men, a-hover above them.
a good foot or two of twine dangling from their tied off throats,
running down into their hollowed dress shirt collar mouths.
you over hear them mutter something serious about...
"the second hand emotion"
and then comes something like semi-poetic directions...
" a ways down commerce...then turn, dead straight into ashe" ...
and so you walk...
predicting all possible presents in ever to bits, and back
from the bed to the bills you see nothing
but pit within pit within pit, an undeniable feeding on you
and more this...
...
A honey smothered hand gun all covered in ants,
trembles on a three quarter length corinthian column...
the exact same nurse is standing with her back to me
at every last passing bus stop.
only this time, what looks like a small stack of bills
with bat wings, is hovering just beside her.
they're bound together by a narrow wishbone,
beneath it rests a large bowl full of some indistinct fruit.
waxen looking still, atop a three quarter length corinthian column.
buried thigh deep in the hallowed and wood-chip topped bus stop grounds.
sweat beading up about its calf in the black avenue amplified sun
an eye blue high heel jut in full bloom on its visible end.
to find two suits arguing silent
before a double-parked and obviously unmarked cop car.
the blown-up head flesh of two big business men, a-hover above them.
a good foot or two of twine dangling from their tied off throats,
running down into their hollowed dress shirt collar mouths.
"the second hand emotion"
and then comes something like semi-poetic directions...
" a ways down commerce...then turn, dead straight into ashe" ...
predicting all possible presents in ever to bits, and back
from the bed to the bills you see nothing
but pit within pit within pit, an undeniable feeding on you
and more this...
...
A honey smothered hand gun all covered in ants,
trembles on a three quarter length corinthian column...
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Bed to the Bills sounds like the point where the hero hits it big, but realizes that the music industry is greedy and cold just like the middleclass employers he was trying to escape.
I detect a lot of fakeness in the song, lots of imagery of very superficial people.
I agree with the comment that says that this song is about the coldness and greedyness of the music industry.
For me this song is also about trying to gather the beauty and positive things in the chaos of everyday life. Drucker is describing wellness as a bowl of waxen fruit atop a corinthian column.
The images of suits arguing and big business men are obviously linked with the world of work, a theme that is predominant in the album (as the character in the album, Hour Hero Yes, is a middleclass worker)
But in the end, he realizes that he is still a neurodivergent and queer man that he has to pay bills and living like every adult: it's an hard job to be an adult neurodivergent man and live like every other adult while still being like an alien. The song closes with a mantra about an honey smothered handgun all covered in ants: the image of the corinthian column used in the second verse returns in order to list something that Drucker craves more than wellness (since he obsessively repeats it), i.e. the sweet release of death, in order to escape to the endless torture to live a live as a neurodivergent adult in a world that will never understand or welcome you.
actually i'm pretty sure this song is in reference to band-mate Dax Pierson's recent accident where he was paralyzed. the superficial people sound to me like the periphery (doctors, nurses, insurance reps.) who have no emotion or sympathy (the fake imagery) in lieu the tragedy.