Boomerang (Explicit) - The Uncluded

I spun and I stood and I look back at the good

And I remembered seeing ghosts

And I remembered being tiny

I remembered always hiding with

Only flashlights lighting

Had to pee when you found the best spot

Bad timing

Climbing a dogwood Barking in bloom

Sting singing on the ceiling of a blue bedroom

Like a Harlem-line summertime

Hootenanny barbecue:

Screaming "I'm fine " but I think they all knew

Cause you can't hide your childhood flying dreams

Through your fishbowl-wall transparencies

And the clock tick-tocked It was time to leave

I walked away from everyone and everything

And I thought when I left that I couldn't come back

With that old household never home again

And then when I ran toward the one-man-band

I began abandoning all my friends

All dressed up like a spider in a cup

Entirely divided from his hub

Addressing injuries commissioned

By the Suffolk county brier

When building coverage out of rubber tyres

Or guns out of thumbs

Negotiated inter-stellar peace talks

Mothership transmitting intel on the meatloaf

Ummm It's getting cold sugar water getting warm

Cruising to a future summer suiting up for civil war

How All dressed up like a spider in a cup

Hiding tiny butterflies inside his gut

Having settled down several thousand miles from his blood

To climb and tirelessly high-dive into a sponge

Space invaders through a paper Rita Hayworth

Trying to tunnel 'till he ankle deep in pay-dirt

Or halo deep in water

Glub glub wondering if running

Is considered by the people to

Be cowardly or cunning

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I went east with a hole to fill in my chest

I went west with it filled: off to build a nest

I'm impressed I'm depressed

I'm the best I'm a mess

With a pretty little baby girl upon my breast

And next: progress twist turn digress

Busy busy busy busy busy busy never rest

I missed the rest as you might suspect

And I tried to fly but my wings are wet

A kid in the woods ducked down in the shrubs

Out of hiding just in time to greet the sun

So here I stand with my hand out cast aflame

I'm sorry that sometimes I'm so lame

I'm sorry that sometimes I'm a deadbeat friend

The worry makes me scurry into my own head

With my eyes on the rise feet where it sets

Sentimental obstacles; of course it's me not them

All dressed up like a spider in a cup

I'm four bald tires in the mud

When it's diner food or bust

Spiralling a sign of what's to come

While pretending I am fine with what I've done

I'm not but homies that appreciate the crisis

And treat 'em like they seen em

With a second set of eyelids

Ok that wasn't fair admittedly I wasn't there

Long before I volunteered as unabashed unaware

How All dressed up like a spider in a cup

Who never knew a silence so abrupt

When the mileage in the middle

Turn a siren to a hush

First you hate it then you love it

Then you try it as a crutch

Long Island was the hatchery

NYC the wetstone

Sharpening the carving knives

Foraging for breadcrumbs

I headed west planned to boomerang back

Sidetracked by a trans-continental cage match

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