brooklyn betty

Grab your keys from the wall
Ignite the engine
Drive me down the sandy roads by the beach town homes
Where there are fiery morning clouds and starlit nights on top of the horizon line
Where the girls float
They have the taste of a butterfly

Ohhh ohhh how are you?
Those urban shoes are styling
Gum on the bottom
Freshness on top
Anchor down
The wicked wind of the east has brought in a storm and swallowed the streets
Don’t let it get the best
Don’t let it get you, down

Lightning crashes a branch on top of a US Postal van
Letters fly home
Young Kentucky girls cry why
Words don’t reach a single eye
They got their stamps
Worth the sense, everyone feels like a solitaire
Forever, forever
Tattoos have you intimidated
Handshakes then knuckles break
Take it by the blade
It won’t kill you
Play a song to sleep to

The winds will stalk the times
And blow everything for a change
People move on like the clouds
Butterflies bury back inside their cocoons
You don’t have to
Alright I’ll be around
Waiting on you
If we’re like doves
The wicked winds of the east
Won’t be enough
It’ll be soon
They can carry you

Soooooon, soooooon
The wicked winds of the east
Will fly in and carry you
Sails open for the warm
Open for the cold
The wicked winds are full
They’ll carry you, they’ll carry you

Walking over colored glass bottles
Shattered, necks are broken
The words slice through the lips
Wind chills the teeth
The bridges shake
Bricks echo to the ground
Not even pigeons can call this their town
They’re trying to fly east
It’s taking their entire lives
Growing stronger over time
Broken wings
Elbow to elbow the winds blow
Two doves continue to try, they’ll make it

We can barely move
The coasts aren’t empty
The seas are full of sails
The wicked winds of the east
Blowing everything around
Slowing everything down
All have a wicked time
All have a wicked time
A wicked time
Not making it back around
I do not care
I could live my life battling
The wicked winds of the east
My piece of mind
It lies with you
Doves will make it
The winds will make you, make me
They won’t kill you or me
Just got to try

Soooooon, soooooon
The wicked winds of the east
Will fly in and carry you
Sails open for the warm
Open for the cold
The wicked winds are full
They’ll carry you, they’ll carry you

The earth has paused
Life spins off axis
No one’s home
The door bell echoes
Now as a phone
The answering machine
Took a couple tries and it still doesn’t sound right
It’s long and detailed but the tone doesn’t match the memory
Sorry, you don’t need to call back
In case, I’ll be close to home
The sun is out and so are the clouds
It’s crowded in the sky
As is the ground
You better call clear and loud
If it’s ever time to
We’ll make it

It’s crowded in the sky
As is the ground
The wicked winds of the east
Continue to blow
And we’ll make it
We’ll make it

I bought my ticket today
What a price I paid
I nearly gave up my head
I nearly lost all whole
What a waste, what a waste

I didn’t have a book to read
My hands couldn’t write anymore
Haven’t felt the world
Since you stood in that door
I’ve got to tell you
I’d have done it for you
I’d have done it for you

I’ve got unsorted strings
And now I need you more
You’re my oasis
I need you here

I’ve got unsorted strings
And now I need you more
You’re my oasis
I need you here

I bought a shirt today
The graphic twisted and turned
A tree reaching for its fallen leaves
Blowing from piles in the wind
It reminded me to burn every minute living every last word that I say
That it takes some heading in the wrong direction
To start anew on a burning road
I won’t say a word
I won’t say a word
Unless I want it to the end

I’ve got unsorted strings
And now I need you more
You’re my oasis
I need you here

I’ve got unsorted strings
And now I need you more
You’re my oasis
I need you here

Lately I found
I’ve been wandering
Aimless, life isn’t the same
Tripping over untied shoelaces
Around crowded chaos
I’m looking for the oasis
Before I burn to exhaustion
Time’s running out
Time’s running out

The street lights are shattered
Asphalt and glass
My feet are scuffed
Touched with pain
It’ll get worse after dark
And the sun’ll be going down
Every night, every night

I’ve got unsorted strings
And now I need you more
You’re my oasis
You’re my oasis
You’re my oasis
I need you here

Connect the stars
I just want to know
I really don’t need to
It’ll help guide me down
The path of the unknown
Did you listen when everybody waved goodbye
Are you on your golden road?
Now all alone
Cause I don’t know
I don’t want to be rapt for nothing
I’ve got no bricks and I just don’t know
My ears are open
Everything is unknown
I don’t see you crying
Now no one will bow at your feet
You see we’re all trying, we’re all trying
And you haven’t helped since your first tears

Do you see the King is dying?
It may end tonight, simply
The King is dying and no one minds
The King is dying and no one minds
The King is dying and no one minds
But the happy tear-ed
The happy tear-ed

The simplicity is killing the King
The simplicity is killing the king

Food has gotten malnourished
With all the intricacies
The princess has gone and loved a peasant
Their simple days are killing the King
Where are all the delicacies?
There’s no more straw for a home
Hey, hey they’ll find a way
The huts have all been blown
To the red planet
All the stars are shot
They were made of foam
Big and empty breathes
They’ve let up, all struggle, no ground to stand
Sinking beneath the rays
Hey, hey they’ll find a place
To stand, sit, rest, just lay

Do you see the King is dying?
It may end tonight, simply
The King is dying and no one minds
The King is dying and no one minds
The King is dying and no one minds
But the happy tear-ed
The happy tear-ed

The simplicity is killing the King
The simplicity is killing the king

Menomonee reads
Simplicity is on the rise
Contrary, the King
This summer has been cold
The grass has grown long
Green has gone dull
There are no more gold trophies
No one has gotten ahead
We’ve all fallen
Some further than the sky
Right out of a movie screen
Nothing bar bad news fills the glass canvass
The TV screen
There’s not much to desire
Than just to be
The stairs are all winding
Roads are killed by dead ends
Loose ends, knots become untied
Ideas and dreams of the above
Have dissolved
Over production, over time, over now
Champagne’s bubbles have fizzed gone
No need, no ask, no plan can save the King

The simplicity may be killing the King
Nobody told him he’d live forever
Nobody ever said the past years
Were meant to be
Let simplicity kill the King
Let simplicity kill the King
Let simplicity kill the King