_DRB Hudson Lyrics

He pins them to the trees on the canals
Missives to the daydreamer's cabal
Who stroll and scroll, their eyes up the skies
Yeah, feeding all five senses through their eyes
The scrivenings of misgiving and truth
Poesy like trophies to a misspent youth
Fractured syntax fluttering like leaves
A man just trying live up off his knees
Go!

DRB Hudson
DRB Hudson

Oh, leitmotifs for solitary types
Comfort needn't always come in rhyme
Oh, lovely useless things his mother told
Will keep us pushing tilde until we're old
The poets get to go inside our blood
And try and pry our synapses through mud
The cluttering concern of waking hours
Washed away by falling upwards in sun showers
Go!

DRB Hudson (A life less accustomed)
DRB Hudson

If you listen just enough
There's nothing in between
Emotions, actions, just distractions
Life is but a dream, oh
De-dum, de-dum, de-dum, de—alright

Oh, lovely useless things his mother told
Will keep us pushing tilde until we're old
Go on, DRB

DRB Hudson (A life less accustomed)
DRB Hudson ('Cause words, you can trust 'em)
DRB Hudson (A life less accustomed)
DRB Hudson ('Cause words, you can trust 'em)
Alright