Yerba Buena Gardens

by Woolly Man

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released July 10, 2016

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Track Name: Alone in the Commons
Passing the day
Smoking on the porch with a 22oz and listening to Spalding Gray
Waiting for the hour when the creatures come crawling from their caves.
No one has nothing to say.
It's just another perfect day
Frying up last night's dinner with the scrambled eggs.
Trying harder now than ever to afford to act our age.

Doing my best to live as I've been told a young American ought to:
Talk no bullshit, carry a big stick
Turn a little bit away to have when you're older.
The past is the ashes we make of our youth
But nothing, know nothing, no nothing makes it any less true...
I am nothing without you.
Track Name: We Make Dérive Under A Teal Sky
Stepping out of the house on an errand.
I've got my cash and my eyes passively fixed upon
The skyline laced between the sidewalks
As we glide across the asphalt.
The turning phase of blue beyond steals a moment from our cause.
Track Name: But I Am Here Without You
Reaching out
For the dust off a distant lover's shoulders.
I will keep this in my pocket.
I know what it is good for:
The right time... the right time
To take your fine and glittering dust into my eyes.
The blessings shine.
The blessed fall under caresses.
It is still light and I am blind to every ray of light and still
Suspended in the wake of your passage through time.
I am the trembling echo of your stride.
I am the stitch to mend the wound in your hide.
I will keep sure every little thing is all right.
All I am is yours and I am here without you.
All I am is yours and I am here without you.
Track Name: A Denizen
I want to be a patient guest.
I want to take care of my friends
And to be mindful always
Of where my money is spent.

I want to be a handsome denizen
And proud of what I represent.
I want to be good for my city.

On public transportation,
We're all just getting along.

I want to be good to my city. I want to be good to my city. I want to be good to my city. I want to be good to my city. I want to be good for my city. I want to.

I want to stay educated
And make decent conversation
Smoking at bars with strangers:
Interactions, brief and pleasant.

To eat from local groceries
And attend independent cinemas.
Drink at modest openings
For artists young and emerging.

Keeping up with the wild folk,
I think we're getting along.

I want to be good to my city. I want to be good to my city. I want to be good to my city. I want to be good to my city. I want to be good for my city. I want to.
Track Name: Skeptical
To suffer the pain of the goners
While losing their beloved patience:
I cannot shake the feeling
That everyone else's loss is just as much my fault.
When they say that there is nothing here to live for
I cannot find a response.

Do I believe in something better?
I cannot kill the answer.

Suddenly, Two hands cover my eyes.
Who can it be?
To my surprise: A friend from way back home.

"What a small and lovely city!
I just wanted you to know:
I'll be in town for the weekend.
Will I see you at the show?"

Every now-and-then, something beautiful happens
That none of us could have ever planned, but...
Always, until then-
I cannot help it. I'm a skeptic.
I am a nonbeliever.
For this moment
I was not chosen.
I'm not convinced of the lie.
Track Name: Like A Strange Buffalo On Market Street
All I am is a buffalo- falling
Falling
All I am is a buffalo
Falling
All I am is a buffalo, falling.

All I am is a buffalo...
Falling.

I'm patient, kind, and loving.
Haven't I learned to take my time?
Our path is narrow.
There are too many people
And there's no rom here for a city-slicking buffalo.
We have to learn to keep it simple.
I just want to keep it simple.
I just want to keep it simple.
Track Name: Nobody's Cool Anymore
You set the pace, listening to cable-car cables grinding under the asphalt.
Happily watching an oncoming line
Polaroid camera swings from your throat.
You never choke because you're a pro.
You are the envy, but everyone knows:
That you're a 'fuckboy'
Downloading mantras
Lathered in milk-foam while trimming your crust.
Lancing the aphids under your husk of cynical, fabulousness and...

Saying that nothing is so:
Far-out persuasions are only a joke.
'Fun-to-funky' is only a nonsense
Perpetrated by pop stars for fame...
For fashion
Seducing would-be 'Che Guevara's left turning to face the strange.

Aint that just like living?
That cosmic jive really made an impression.
Hooked on the gift of 'sound and vision'
Generations of glamorous youth are desperate for something profound to consume.
Now that apollo is through:
The wannabe-Starmen were all made out to be fools
And a Blackstar left behind is our only sign of the ghost.

We prayed that it was not so:
Life after Bowie is only a hoax
Painfully writ and abhorrently told.
Nothing is true.
Nobody's cool anymore.
Everyone's faking their way to the end of the show.
Track Name: And Pain Is Pretentious
You said:
Pain is pretentious.

I feel the same
And when you're gone
I won't miss the bullshit.
Can we not make light of this?
Can we not make light of this?

Can we not make light of this
Strange and frightening phase
Of disappointment and change?

I'm not saying that you're cruel-
I'm just trying not to lose my cool.

But I know that there is no use in talking about it right now
Because you and me and all our friends are just stepping out
And it's been almost an hour and in a moment like this
All that really, really matters is knowing...

Are you catching the mantra?
Do you believe in the Diva?
Are you feeling compassion?
Or are you just pretending?

I know you already know that pretending
Gets you nothing.

Am I alone on this trip?
Or are you all about to get on one?

Now it's been almost an hour and in a moment like this
All that really, really matters is remembering:
Pain
Pain is pretentious