MC Frontalot - In Arrears lyrics
[MC Frontalot - In Arrears lyrics]
I stay up too late as a matter of habit
It’s when the clucking in the head
Is signaling a think’s gravid
And going to drop an egg
Out better not sleep through
Better hope to have a microphone handy, too
Here’s a handy clue: it’s a two part story
Go to bed in the end, get up in the morning
But don’t ask the third act
It happened as I slept
Meant to maintain consciousness, wasn’t adept
What was it I kept meaning to do, make happen
From quarter to two until Gm come tapping
Like "Frontalot
You ought to come on out of your room"
Says through the crack in the door
That he can smell my perfume
That I haven’t been to bed in a week come
Come that’s a slight exaggeration and
I’m almost done with a brand new record
If I could just locate
The edit window that I
First intended to create spin around
What does it do to your inner ear?
Your account: Don’t pay the dues?
You are in arrears what I’ve found
Is we get just another day or two
Falling down? Dizziness does that to you
Eventually give up on any thought that I got
Settle into the rotation of the loves-me not
And the bed’s right there but
It don’t quite beckon
Try to sit upright for another couple seconds
And another knuckle reckons it'self uncracked
Can’t remember what I’m looking at
Rewinding it back trying to find an exact
Definition for the phobia
Of getting into bed
I think instead I’m about to go to the
All night Brooklyn coffee supply
Making terrible decisions and I
Don’t know why
And my oh me oh, what is it to be oh?
Digital clock come creeping on the three-o-o
But lying in the dark is worse
And I may be in arrears
With the sleep but averse
To trying to accomplish (is epic how I fail)
In opposition to the pillow, pillow prevails
It’s when the clucking in the head
Is signaling a think’s gravid
And going to drop an egg
Out better not sleep through
Better hope to have a microphone handy, too
Here’s a handy clue: it’s a two part story
Go to bed in the end, get up in the morning
But don’t ask the third act
It happened as I slept
Meant to maintain consciousness, wasn’t adept
What was it I kept meaning to do, make happen
From quarter to two until Gm come tapping
Like "Frontalot
You ought to come on out of your room"
Says through the crack in the door
That he can smell my perfume
That I haven’t been to bed in a week come
Come that’s a slight exaggeration and
I’m almost done with a brand new record
If I could just locate
The edit window that I
First intended to create spin around
What does it do to your inner ear?
Your account: Don’t pay the dues?
You are in arrears what I’ve found
Is we get just another day or two
Falling down? Dizziness does that to you
Eventually give up on any thought that I got
Settle into the rotation of the loves-me not
And the bed’s right there but
It don’t quite beckon
Try to sit upright for another couple seconds
And another knuckle reckons it'self uncracked
Can’t remember what I’m looking at
Rewinding it back trying to find an exact
Definition for the phobia
Of getting into bed
I think instead I’m about to go to the
All night Brooklyn coffee supply
Making terrible decisions and I
Don’t know why
And my oh me oh, what is it to be oh?
Digital clock come creeping on the three-o-o
But lying in the dark is worse
And I may be in arrears
With the sleep but averse
To trying to accomplish (is epic how I fail)
In opposition to the pillow, pillow prevails