Ezra Furman - Ordinary Life

I'm sick of this record already
Let's wreck all the preconceived notions they bring to it
Check all the baggage or better yet burn it
And start all over again

Let's start with your life as you know it
Way back in our mothers' wombs folded like notebooks
We had no idea of all the tote bags and meat hooks
Waiting out in the world

One September in Boston
I lost the will to live
I was just like an astronaut cut from the ship
And floating and waiting to die
I was sick of my ordinary life
I was so sick of ordinary life
I was sick of this ordinary life

The human mind gets sick real easy
The human mind gets way fucking sick of beauty
And I know, and it's happened to me
Again and again
And again and again

You've gotta make it new
You've gotta keep it new to keep it true
And you're allowed to do anything you've gotta do
Just 'cause you're sick of your ordinary life
Doesn't mean you should bottle up and die
Lose your way completely but stay alive

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