Epic Mud from City Jams by Dr. Pants

THERE’S A PEACE AND THERE’S A WAR THAT EXIST AT THE SAME TIME
THE PEACE IS ON THE OUTSIDE BUT THE CONFLICT IS ALL MINE
WE ARRIVE ALREADY FRAYED, LIKE THE END OF ROPE WE’RE ON
AND BY THE TIME THAT WE’RE DEPARTING, THE GRACE SEEMS TO BE GONE

THESE PEOPLE ALL KNOW WHO FRUVOUS WAS
FRIENDLY PEOPLE AS FRIENDLY DOES
BUT THEY CAN’T FIX THE BROKEN PARTS
THAT RECOIL AT THIS ROCKY START

WHAT’S A RENAISSANCE MAN TO DO
WHEN THERE’S NO NEW BIRTH THAT WILL RING TRUE?
WAITING FOR A LABOR TO PRODUCE
BUT IT FEELS MORE LIKE A BECKONING NOOSE
IN HILLSDALE, I WAIT FOR THE FLOOD
BUT I ONLY GET EPIC MUD

WE MIGHT PERFORM WITH FOCUS OR AT THE BUDGIEDOME
BUT I FEEL OVERTAKEN, AND A LITTLE BIT ALONE
WHEN I HEAR BRILLIANT INVENTION, I FEEL SO INSPIRED
BUT WHEN I REACH OUT THROUGH THE DARKNESS
THE MUD JUST MAKES ME TIRED

AND I DON’T WISH TO RUIN YOUR DAY
OR DISCREDIT THINGS THAT YOU MIGHT SAY
ABOUT OUR TIME TOGETHER THERE
IT’S ONLY MINE, THIS WEIRD DESPAIR

NOW THAT THE JOURNEY TO THIS SONG IS COMPLETE
I FIND MYSELF BEWILDERED BY THE GROUND ON WHICH WE MEET
IT’S JUST AS MUDDY AS MY MIND AND THE FARM OF WHICH I SING
MY SOLACE LIES WITHIN THE HOPE OF WHAT NEXT YEAR MIGHT BRING

• Rock
• jam band
• nerd power groove rock
• power pop
• Oklahoma City