Tuesday, September 15, 2015

On the Table by A.C. Newman

On the table, the deal that kept the courts at arms length
Stealing our thoughts with the force of their non-sequiturs, amateurs
On the table, the view behind the legs of dancers
Windows of chance, there lost on the trail of dissent, innocent
Do re mi, innocent

On the table, the deal between the thieves and exits
Common and breathless, shrugging at what they've become, number one
On the table, the steal that kept the courts at arms length
Stealing our hearts with the force of the new evidence, innocent
Do re mi, innocent

Now the plain blondes are playing along with you
Now the plain blondes are playing along with you, with you

On the table, our hopes become a starting pistol
Though we have missed all the minutes
We know what we've won, are we done?
On the table, the deal between the legs of mankind
Walking a straight line, copping a plea as they went, innocent
Do re mi, innocent

Now the plain blondes are playing along with you
Now the plain blondes are playing along with you

On the table
On the table
On the table
On the table
 

2 comments:

Aaron Vattano said...

No blonde has ever played with me. Not even a plain one. Not ever. Thanks for reminding me. Sad

Pirate Aggro said...

Lame comment.