Lyrics

Open Hand, Weak Wrist
performed by Blisses B. from the You Should LP. due out May, 15, 2009.

Music by Noah Libby and Blisses B. Lyrics by Noah Libby.
Blisses B is
     Ben Keegan: Keyboards and Vocals
     Noah Libby: Vocals and Guitar
     Matt McBride: Drums
     James Touzel: Bass

I’ve said, there’s more to life than making your bed.
Peel back the sheet with your fever.
You’ve moved, one of four using a broom,
“Can’t say it’s better”, “Me either”.
Sleep late, each dinner a reasonable rate.
She’d like to keep you just like the beaver.
Late walks, midlife with a terrible cough,
The Captain has to stay a believer.

Everybody’s older than they show,
I’m letting you know again.
I wish I were bolder than Thoreau,
A man who needs no friends.

Can’t be confined, when making your dime
Recruits for places to stay when you leave here.
Off to your next jaunt, we all still have wants.
Tap of the right arm for a reliever.
I’ve met, those who live for breaking the bread,
Mind numb hunched over the seether.
True to form, TV forms the cultural norm,
Can’t let go of your dealer.

Everybody’s older than they show,
I’m letting you know again.
I wish I were bolder than Thoreau,
A man who needs no friends

Your farm, is tainted from the negative arms,
Crop can’t seem to grow through the reader.
Plugged in, architecturally a product of him,
He’s left the rest to your meters.
As for me, lights on and off while the cortex breathes,
Trying to just make sense of my ether.
Quit the cap seemed like a thoughtful knack,
This is my fruition of Eden.

Everybody’s older than they show,
I’m letting you know again.
I wish I were bolder than Thoreau,
A man who needs no friends