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Chapman Gary - Soundtrack of a Romance lyrics
I could vividly recall my mood the day that art was murdered
 The wind blew a thin layer of dust on my garden bird
 Everything you knew was sideways and phallic
 The highways traffic added to Friday's madness
 The warm wrinkled skin loosely hung of earnest cheekbones
 Below eyes designed to bury the wolf under a sheep's clothes
 Some peoples sang, a few begged for change
 A young girl skipped a long with her hand glued to a candy cane
 I, however, walked with my back to it as usual 
 Wanted to turn this dark comedy into a musical
 I'm used to reflecting the sorrow the world reflects at me
 We're forever intertwined as the anxious and angry
 The gloom moves into oxygen, consumed to keep me lost within
 A mushroom cloud of toxins deposited to leave the prophets doomed
 There I sat on a lead infested picnic table
 Waiting to be born, carefully evading mating season's evil horns
 I keep performing for the poets and philosophers
 But they don't know I was insane before and became popular
 I lose something every time I leave my house
 Trying to gain something by running my mouth
 My conscience don't hold a grudge against my impulse
 Honesty should be the best policy but it's not that simple
 Have you ever had the sky inject a cloud into your lymph nodes
 So all you see is how she gazes through a frameless window?
 Everyday I have a new argument with myself
 Wonder how I got this far up the ladder
 But by now I should have failed
 Can't go to heaven, never learned how to pray
 Oh well, Rather be in a place with less people anyway
 Somewhere between a snare and the extra-tire hogwash
 I got caught in a motion of a sex-inspired god talk
 My long-lost lover left me to date a real artist
 Ain't it strange how the whole story can be told through a guitar riftChapman Gary - Soundtrack of a Romance - http://motolyrics.com/chapman-gary/soundtrack-of-a-romance-lyrics.html
 I'm a pretentious vendor of invention
 A sentimented way of staying the center of attention
 Take my advice and never take my advice
 I haven't left my own head long enough to really know about life
 But I dug dirt out of the ground and found Plato's time capsule
 Inside was a note that said, "sorry I lied"
 Part of my pride was dead the second that you talked to me
 And I knew that no matter what lied ahead you wouldn't walk with me
 So alone I traveled
 Clown shoes through dirty speed infested tourist colonies
 Tricking revolutionaries into thinking my records
 A new age life-insurance policy
 Then I'm off
 And before they get the chance to give me a dirty look
 Their money's spent at Borders on a brand new Christian Amerdy book
 A sturdy hook deserves a better catch phrase
 But I'm only still here because they can't detect
 Neurotic tendencies with x-rays
 It was a perfect day to sit and watch the wind
 Cause the recognition of my insanity
 Made me want to be hip-hop again
 I make music to ride to, to cry to, to die to,
 Times two, and finally realize you're alive to
 I make music to vibe to, to close your eyes to
 Break your mind from each vault that sits inside you
 I make music for survival, to find you
 To hide from the landscape humanity went blind to
 I make music to rhyme to, to waste time to
 To die to, to realize I'm alive to








