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20170620 - Mr. Money Man

from The Song Diary II by Paleo

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Mister money man. Mister money man.
Mister money man. Mister money man.
Mister money man. Mister money man.

Mr. money man, the lowest clouds are the ones fullest of rain.
You see, a cup can only spill what if anything it contains.
But until the trickster mixed my words into a wish I never wished,
I had held the wild rivers and the winding roads within a fist.
From the highest cliff into the coldest water I had jumped,
and I had dropped down to my knees on the surface of the sun.
i have run with the devil on my back to the cracked lips
of the volcano at the bottom of the ocean’s deepest pit.
I have sang along with songs the human ear cannot hear,
and I have fallen like a star from a child’s lonely tear.

Mister money man. Mister money man.
Mister money man. Mister money man.
Mister money man. Mister money man.

Is it better to speed a hundred million miles down a track,
or be for an eternal second a twirling bird before the crash?
When you look up at a tree, do you see telephone poles
decked with dead wire? Do you look at the sky and see a hole?
Like caring more for the box than the present inside,
like only loving the music once the musician you love has died,
follow the lucid roots, the distractions and the antidotes,
the killdeer and the catbird, where the anorexia of the soul
is without end painting the dead rose bright red again
with a soft crooked cock dipped in the blood of better men.
I have made my bed and bets, but this worthless coin never lands.
It just spins in the air like wings of a butterfly in your hands,
the deft hands of a juggler, with the whole world up for grabs.
Your next breath becomes your last, and your eyes turn to glass,
and your spirit, light as a crystal feather worth a hundred grand.
What in death will you miss the most? You better miss the money, man.

Mister money man. Mister money man.
Mister money man. Mister money man.
Mister money man. Mister money man.

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from The Song Diary II, released April 15, 2018

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