do it young
With teeth much larger, and whiter, we brand those we love
A canvas once blank, now half gone, and we'll do it again
Until there's nothing left but a wooden frame,
Until you all stand and applaud,
Until you all go home and try it yourself,
Take hold of your staff, four fingers hugging it westward,
and a sturdy thumb, meeting them from the east
AND WALK forward, sideways, maybe

Do you want to be on our team?
Fight the wind before it cracks, turn the sky the color of your mothers hair,
and speak without the levying of lips, without the temptation of forethought,
what agony we dive into!
learned insecurities fight our expression,
like wood fighting water back,
this land was made to be flooded, sir!
you must, you must, you must sound like this
you must, you must, look like this
and when I come up to you and say what I must,
you must, you must, respond the way you must

What I'm talking about is cannibalism
What I'm hoping for is exposing each slab
too long, make it too bright,
tie a fishing hook to it, and send it on down
to hibernate in an endless night, until you've walked
and it's alright to come out again, and reattach to your bones
fickle, but they're still bones
every now again, you've got to feel your bones!

So do you want to be a part of our team?
Fight the wind before it cracks, turn the sky the color of your mothers hair,
and speak without the levying of lips, without the temptation of forethought,
what agony we dive into!
learned insecurities fight our expression,
like wood fighting water back,
this land was made to be flooded, sir!

you must, you must, you must sound like this
you must, you must, look like this
and when I come up to you and say what I must,
you must, you must, respond the way you must

We spend 25 years of our lives sleeping
sleeping on fabric holding in cotton,
in incubator built of four walls, that hold your body in,
a body, with eye lids closed, holding the color in,
speaking words that we only say where the leather hold them in.

Do you want to be on our team?