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Pips

by Floppy God

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1.
And all these pips are kneeling And praying to the ceiling That this confused illusion Will come without conclusion They have been living in an apple They have been living in a Sistine Chapel They learn by clowning around Fumbling to find the profound But when this pips are planted They take the light forgranted They are inside of the infinite They are inside of what is indefinite There's this person out of sight Who is working with the light And he splits our every action Into smaller cell fractions And he puts them in a reel So that we can touch and feel And he rolls it round the sun With his projectionist thumb And he changes to the moon When the sun is setting soon And he has had to work forever or they'll never be an ever It isn't pretty, but what is?
2.
Floppy God 02:05
The room is a ribcage The beds a dia-diaphragm The curtains are heaving breaths We're just hot air I was floppy when I fell out Now I'm floppier still I'll be floppy when I go back And then I'll floppy-stop Floppy God, Oh my god.
3.
Tethered, ageing, silent friend we're never-ending There's no incentive in anything we've said and meant Our ambition is finite and afraid of heights And our wing-span is as meagre as a non-believer We've got routines and machines, we've got everything These are amazing days and we have got it made You can be certain that the curtains are drawn And we are in the glow of something comfortable We've got it made, don't you know we've got it made And we'll throw away the daylight In discreet and private delight As pasty wastes My tethered, ageing, silent friend, it's just that time again The world our oyster, let's rejoice with cynicism We'll have to arrange around our raging social lives And our full-time jobs as teenage heartthrobs We've got routines and machines, we've got everything These are amazing days and we have got it made You can be certain that the curtains are drawn And we are in the glow of something comfortable We've got it made, don't you know we've got it made And we'll throw away the daylight In discreet and private delight As pasty wastes of white
4.
Grimaces 02:05
The capsizing weight of too much hate Culminated into a burst of flailing limbs They're just grimaces wincing their way Through this display of how not to behave And all of the slaves to this wave Bid their farewells to their remaining braincells Filled to the brim with grimaces This darkness forgets what a glimmer is And it's only no-good that makes them grin like this Those angry sheep that grit their teeth As tortioned meat hits the concrete Those angry sheep that grit their teeth As tortioned meat hits the concrete piece by piece Everything your mother said was true
5.
An adult brought me down to my knees When I still believed in pleading I wept for breadth of comprehension Some insight and expanding my understanding Imploring on the floor for some more Enlightenment and fulfilment from it's filament Why oh why would anyone come to be just to be conceited Why oh why would anyone dream of being seen exactly only as they seem When did having the qualities of oddity become a bad commodity An adult brought me down from a height of happiness that they couldn't handle Attention-starved and bereft of charm Visibly weak for hearing themselves speak Reiterating, titillating their vanity enough for all humanity An excusably bed-ridden recluse, Profusely bruised and seldom put to good use Profoundly versed in how the world turns, Deeply concern with burdening absurdity Is giving up to live inactive in self-enacted captivity
6.
God-damn, it's another day in the sun God-damn, I've surely got to hate on my plate Why should I have to appreciate all this sun? I had quite enough of this yesterday How am I supposed to go about my day when it's this way? I had quite enough of this yesterday God-damn all this good weather!
7.
You're not a character if you're a caricature You are burnt food in the buffet of living And you can be generous if you're taking what you're giving away As good as it seems, it's just impossible to dream under someone else's steam You'll never realise or ever grow to life-size You'll stay in social nothingness wallowing in your own mess
8.
What's a bit of debt to a gentlemen when we're built from the same milk? We're all built from the same milk here And you're safe and you'll never be alone You're as safe as you'll ever be What a bit of time spent below the breadline when we're cut from the same cloth? We're all cut from the same cloth here And you're safe and you'll never be alone You're as safe as you'll ever be You dirty surfers surfing on your surface You take the brunt of it, I'll take the runt of the litter What's an empt paper cup rolling back and forth when it can still rock itself to sleep? We can all rock ourselves to sleep here What's so amazing about everyday when torn asunder from the wonderment? Hold on tightly to the wonderment At least you're safe and you'll never be alone At least as safe as you'll ever be
9.
Did you see that, Zach? FK in the coffee Clear as a crisp spring morning Pardon? (Sound like the sinner's sandwich) Mr. Stewart is ready for his lunch If you've got it ready I will thank you a bunch It is more than just a delicious crunch So says Mr. Stewart
10.
Some sharp, unlabelled-plastic-bottled concoction of his own making kept an amber-tearful eye watching his every this way and that As he in turn watch another of his own making breaking forsaken to an aborted existence amongst the refuse of the day An idea-non-grata, a false start in the pursuit of the true art An idea-non-grata, a false start in the pursuit of the true artefact He left a child there He jettisoned the notion, and muttered "Perish the thought" He left it muttering to itself about it's willed away and squandered hours

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Floppy God (2010 - 2011)
Huddersfield, UK

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released June 17, 2011

Joe De Vine (Vocals & Guitar)
David Fenn (Bass Guitar)
Leigh Padley (Drums)

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