CellarGhosts
04/15/07, 02:24 PM
Another old piece of mine, written back around the same time as the other older one I submitted (Midwestern Headlines)...they were both written sometime back in September.
Again, I just copied and pasted it right out of my blog on MySpace, where it was originally posted, so I just left it as it was, whoas' and ohs' and all that included. So...here goes.
Set 'Em Up, Knock 'Em Down
Limping around this scenic cell,
With my heart on my sleeve, but nobody can tell.
Oh, as some sort of afterthought I plug the numbers in,
But deep down I know it's a bet no-one can win.
It's not a celebration of mediocrity,
It's not some ticker-tape parade for the whole damn world to see.
[chorus]
Set 'em up, set 'em up, set 'em up, knock 'em down!
Dosey-doe all over town.
Set 'em up, set 'em up, set 'em up, knock 'em down!
Burn, burn – burn this metropolis down.
Can we quench our thirst for the fresh new thing?
With whatever new model this season brings?
Are we doomed to dance the night away, while the thunder roars above?
Are we just lonely little insects, simply looking for some love?
It's not a celebration of faux superiority.
It's not some goddamn ticker-tape parade for the whole world to see.
Set 'em up, set 'em up, set 'em up, knock 'em down!
Dosey-doe all over town.
Set 'em up, set 'em up, set 'em up, knock 'em down!
Burn, burn – burn this metropolis down.
It's another night wasted in the gutters and the smoke.
So just wrap your arms around me and hope you can someday get the joke.
Again, I just copied and pasted it right out of my blog on MySpace, where it was originally posted, so I just left it as it was, whoas' and ohs' and all that included. So...here goes.
Set 'Em Up, Knock 'Em Down
Limping around this scenic cell,
With my heart on my sleeve, but nobody can tell.
Oh, as some sort of afterthought I plug the numbers in,
But deep down I know it's a bet no-one can win.
It's not a celebration of mediocrity,
It's not some ticker-tape parade for the whole damn world to see.
[chorus]
Set 'em up, set 'em up, set 'em up, knock 'em down!
Dosey-doe all over town.
Set 'em up, set 'em up, set 'em up, knock 'em down!
Burn, burn – burn this metropolis down.
Can we quench our thirst for the fresh new thing?
With whatever new model this season brings?
Are we doomed to dance the night away, while the thunder roars above?
Are we just lonely little insects, simply looking for some love?
It's not a celebration of faux superiority.
It's not some goddamn ticker-tape parade for the whole world to see.
Set 'em up, set 'em up, set 'em up, knock 'em down!
Dosey-doe all over town.
Set 'em up, set 'em up, set 'em up, knock 'em down!
Burn, burn – burn this metropolis down.
It's another night wasted in the gutters and the smoke.
So just wrap your arms around me and hope you can someday get the joke.