Bad Books - Holding Down The Laughter [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Styrofoam cup of mud in my good hand
Disembodied voice of God in the trash can
Eyes in the ashes, feeling for the future
Sleeping through the steak-out, researching the rumor

A mile, A motor, A mattress, A memory
First you were embarassed, but how could you not be
Tangled and teenaged, mom at the movies
Your voice ran out out of words
It was awkward and holy

Gospel in your belly, they aim a little lower
Back into the bleachers, Spoke as it's owner
Sindicate a sermon you sang from the raptors
Anchors in you pockets, holding down the laughter

Tearing up your mind, your lust and your ego
Slingshot a martyr to speed your libido
The parish goes to jelly, blissful and wasted
Your Vishnu eye slips open and pictures them naked

In complicating your worst mixed message
You built then burnt a bridge
And scattered all your crumbs at the cliff
She wants me, she'll swim for it

Brother, can you spare your alms or your arrows?
Thunder clap's arising, I think that I should
Go home

To the basement back on Jumel Street
1996 and your waiting there to tell me
"I didn't die, you dreamt it, you dreamt it
I'm as alive as your best good intentions
Sorry that I tricked you, you had to focus
Put yourself together, and clear out the garbage."

But for all that effort
The slow burned struggle
I forgot where you live

She swept away the clues from the cliff, your lost now.(x4)
Remember it

She swept away the clues from the cliff, your lost now
Remember it