mr. fingers
animal collective
is there one sweet one that i must reach for then i'm done
is perfection a place or just a glimpse at hard work's face
pop on some music trapped in its time
dressed in the form of classical rhyme
kick at the fuse that laughed like a mime
man your shoes are hard to replace
top off a brew that brushed like a tie
here are days when friends passed away
grandma used to love how you'd play
blued from the bruise but able to smile
bag your blues and sink in the way
pop on some music trapped in its time
mad men muse brought tears to my face
dressed in the form of classical rhyme
light the dawning electrical graze