BEAUTY INTO CLICHéS

Beauty Into Clichés

Oh how I feel for the sky, overused by poetry and rhymes 

It's in the sentence that follows, "we stayed up all night" 

Shouldn't it concern me, that we shrink beauty to fit in our minds

Don't have to listen to the whole song to know what's in the third line

 

Tell me should I feel right, tell me should I feel fine?

About tossing the meaning for the sake of the rhyme

Aren't we good at turning beauty into clichés?

 

How I feel for the lonely girl, quickly made into a woman by the world 

They combed sense through her hair straightening out her curls 

While you’re waiting for someone to see you, you make fast friends with abuse 

And you'll do just about anything it tells you to

 

I'll never feel right, I'll never feel fine 

About shaping the meaning to fit in the rhyme

Changing the human into what sells and buys 

But aren't we good at turning beauty into clichés?

 

It’s never ever so alphabetical 

You go out of order and they call you heretical 

When you just said, what nobody had time to hear 

Pretending the truth isn't explicit won't sensor the people affected by it

It's like the first time you ever heard real music in your ears

 

It'll never be enough, it'll never measure up

Turning the depth of the ocean to the size of a cup

But aren't we good at turning beauty into clichés?

It'll never make sense if you make sense of it

All the things that make you cry out of happiness

But some things are just better left unexplained

 

Aren’t we good at turning beauty into clichés?

 

 

 

 

 

So Long, Frank Lloyd Wright

So long, Frank Lloyd Wright 

I can't believe your song is gone so soon

I barely learned the tune 

So soon 

So soon

 

I remember Frank Lloyd Wright 

All of those times we harmonized ‘till dawn

I never laughed so long 

So long 

So long

 

Architects may come and

Architects may go and 

Never change your point of view

When I run dry 

I stop awhile and think of you

Architects may come and

Architects may go and 

Never change your point of view

When I run dry 

I stop awhile and think of you

So long, Frank Lloyd Wright

All of those times we harmonized till dawn

I never laughed so long

So long

So long