Aristotle Ponders The Sound Songtext / Lyric

Heard my mother cough to show her pain

Hidden behind the closed door again

My father must have wept when he came

To have made such a sensitive boy



I've been fighting your holy war

Ever since you took that plane

Well, I say God bless all love the high lost

And the crackhead's blistered vein



My boss keeps asking me to ask more questions

And so I asked her why

Then I asked her why man chose to work for his food

When it's clear to me that he'd much rather die



And if we're all equal does that mean every man's due some luck

And how many roads must a man walk down before he stops giving a fuck

She said quit your yapping and get back to work

Don't you see that you've got costumers to serve



And I said "of course I can because everybody here's a servant to someone else"

She said "stop talking now you're boring me don't you see that you're just the help"






I woke up in a strange bed one sunday morning

With a woman I did not love on my left hand side

She looked as if she'd seen a ghost when she woke

Screamed when she saw the horse head by my right



She told me that her name was lady luck and that I should leave

So I collected my stuff feeling slightly relieved

She was spread eagle, spread out and spread bare

And I was spread thin over the days and months that would proceed

She said, "don't you see if you think about it as one start one chance and one end"

And I said, "don't talk to me 'cause there can be a thousand if I pretend"



Oh, Tom Waits came to me in a dream

With a swordfish stuck in the middle of his chest

He poured me a glass of rum and pondered what's the point

You're doomed to die however hard you try your best



And you said the same thing when you left me

When you took my devotion and my drive

But you left a starving boy when you hung your coat

I'll take that back now if you don't mind



But I understand cause if you're not sure where you are then you should move

And now that I am not I think that I will do some moving too

Because if you think about it everybody here's a servant to someone else

And if you say you're not then I suppose you're a servant to yourself