How to Soul

On Dani Compose

I love the way their pretty figured arc floats all around
An'I love the way the creatures finger lick without a sound
I just love the way it makes machines; they eat them by-
-the pound, oh
I love the ageless combat, I love this –
- crazy town, no

The aliens came down
Oh, they broke me into parts
So I’m sewn around the crown
The fuckers portioned out my heart
They turned my fingers into darts

I love you – love him
If you love your guts
Guts are base – the first sin
This sin is guts as rust

I found the ashes of a pharaoh living in the sand
Dug up to my elbow; living in a can
Singin’ a song, he’s thinkin’ of a plan
Gonna get a body, get back at the man

What killed him and turned him into little flakes
Extortion, possession- hell, whatever it takes
Well he’s got more soul than I got snakes
I got so many snakes; there’s just so many snakes

And it got me thinking, but not-that-hard
See I’ve got no soul but I got some scars
And I’ve been told they’re the same damn thing
But I was told that by some wolf-man thing

I read a book on how it doesn’t make sense
And then I wrote a book that agreed, and since
Two big books beats one true sound
I just dropped the topic and wandered around

I came to the beach on a tip from the wind
Didn’t say much – it didn’t say a thing
But it didn’t really have to; it’s all in the attitude
So I walked down yonder singing songs full of gratitude

I need success; it’s how I measure my wealth
Of self, in turn I measure my shelves
On shelves I place treasures bought and selled
But I never sell so I might as well

Skip town in tow of a can of sand
I need a soul and he needs his man
Get a little rowboat and a velvet van
And a book I wrote; just hit the stands

We’ll never find noone, we’ll just follow the sun
We’ll drive up buildings just for fun
Take low roads plural, never one
Don’t believe in soul, but I like to run