Cass McCombs - Poet's Day lyrics
[Cass McCombs - Poet's Day lyrics]
Hot on your own lusty heels
You trampled Elysian Fields
Like a false witness conceals
A Poet content with his skill
You held the muse against her will
Made mountains out of molehills
Your lust did not stop there
Every dream was a nightmare
But, ah- this is how a Poet prepares
Prone to exaggerate prone to exaggerate
It’s Poet’s Day
Every laugh, every cry
By exaggerating made you high
You might as well have told a lie
Like the theme of the Mare’s Nest
"excitement over what does not exist"
Is how the rest of the day was pissed
Pissing Off Early Today
Is English for POET’s Day
And my, does an Englishman exaggerate!
Prone to exaggerate prone to exaggerate
It’s Poet’s Day
A feeling of euphoria
Intoxicated by your gloria
A resurrected Victorian
Over wine you would compete
With other Poets on Mission St
Who could make words taste most sweet
Prone to exaggerate prone to exaggerate
It’s Poet’s Day
You trampled Elysian Fields
Like a false witness conceals
A Poet content with his skill
You held the muse against her will
Made mountains out of molehills
Your lust did not stop there
Every dream was a nightmare
But, ah- this is how a Poet prepares
Prone to exaggerate prone to exaggerate
It’s Poet’s Day
Every laugh, every cry
By exaggerating made you high
You might as well have told a lie
Like the theme of the Mare’s Nest
"excitement over what does not exist"
Is how the rest of the day was pissed
Pissing Off Early Today
Is English for POET’s Day
And my, does an Englishman exaggerate!
Prone to exaggerate prone to exaggerate
It’s Poet’s Day
A feeling of euphoria
Intoxicated by your gloria
A resurrected Victorian
Over wine you would compete
With other Poets on Mission St
Who could make words taste most sweet
Prone to exaggerate prone to exaggerate
It’s Poet’s Day