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thiago - oak tree lyrics

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in the backyard, i got an oak tree
just a few feet from where my home be
it’s getting kind of tall, looking like it might just fall
get a chance, pick an axe, and i roll sleeves
looking for the sharpest in the shed
a marksman with the lead, but tonight
i’m chopping off the bark until it shreds, i argue in my head
about how i should progress from the start to when it ends
swinging sh-tty shots like i’m anne lamott
act a lot like i’m king arthur protecting camelot
because i worked hard to raise it, and harder to maintain it
so no tree is falling on my house if i’m able to change it
the blade hits the trunk jumbled up bits of junk
looking like cat scratches on a couch, litter much?
i’ll fix it up tomorrow, need to get some rest
and i guess the biggest bucket doesn’t paint the picture best
i’m stressed

zzzzz

awoken as the branches and the limbs go
provoking as they’re tapping on my window
i’m hoping for the chance this will be simple
go outside; take a glance at what i did so…
awoken as the branches and the limbs go
provoking as they’re tapping on my window
i’m hoping for the chance this will be simple
go outside; take a glance at what i did so far
and what i see around the wood are incisions
no precision, up and beat around the bush
and look, i tell myself i need to focus
procrastination ain’t a thing to cope with my magnum opus is
exhibiting a nice hook, grabbing neighbors’ attention
single axe slashing execution is the sentence
i’m chopping treeses to pieces while mobbing deeper than deep is
was lost in research and leaves until i sharpened up the thesis
with these three points, now i’m getting to the body of it
acorns dropping as the thoughts become a common function
stop at nothing with the rhythm that my mind conducts
because if it’s interrupted, i go back to being not productive
still throwing blows at the trunk
that much closer toward it becoming a stump
once more and i think it falls
swing the axe back and at last, the timber is called
applause



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