The Uncluded - Boomerang lyrics

I spun and I stood
And I look back at the good
And I remembered seeing ghosts
And I remembered being tiny
I remembered always hiding with
Only flashlights lighting
Had to pee when you found the best spot
Bad timing
Climbing a dogwood, barking, in bloom
Sting singing on the ceiling
Of a blue bedroom
Like a Harlem-line summertime
Hootenanny barbecue: Screaming "I'm fine!"
But I think they all knew
Cause you can't hide your
Childhood flying dreams
Through your fishbowl-wall transparencies
And the clock tick-tocked
It was time to leave
I walked away from everyone and everything
And I thought when I left


That I couldn't come back
With that old household never home again
And then, when I ran toward the one man band
I began abandoning all my friends

All dressed up, like a spider in a cup
Entirely divided from his hub
Addressing injuries commissioned by the
Suffolk county brier
When building coverage out of rubber tires
Or guns out of thumbs
Negotiated inter-stellar peace talks
Mothership transmitting intel on the meatloaf
Ummm it's getting cold
Sugar water getting warm
Cruising to a future summer
Suiting up for civil war
How? All dressed up like a spider in a cup
Hiding tiny butterflies inside his gut
Having settled down
Several thousand miles from his blood
To climb and tirelessly high-dive
Into a sponge
Space invaders through a paper Rita Hayworth
Trying to tunnel 'till he
Ankle deep in pay-dirt or halo deep in water
Glub glub wondering if running
Is considered by the people to
Be cowardly or cunning

Boomer oomerang, boomer oomer oomerang
Boomer oomerang, boomer oomer oomerang
Boomer oomerang, boomer oomer oomerang
Boomer oomerang, boomer oomer oomerang

I went east with a hole to fill in my chest
I went west with it filled
Off to build a nest
I'm impressed, I'm depressed, I'm the best
I'm a mess
With a pretty little baby girl upon my breast
And next: progress, twist, turn, digress
Busy, busy, busy, busy, busy, busy
Never rest
I missed the rest as you might suspect
And I tried to fly, but my wings are wet
A kid in the woods, ducked down in the shrubs
Out of hiding just in time to greet the sun
So here I stand with my hand out cast aflame
I'm sorry that sometimes I'm so lame
I'm sorry that sometimes I'm
A deadbeat friend
The worry makes me scurry into my own head
With my eyes on the rise, feet where it sets
Sentimental obstacles of course it's me
Not them

All dressed up, like a spider in a cup
I'm four bald tires in the mud
When it's diner food or bust
Spiralling a sign of what's to come
While pretending I am fine
With what I've done i'm not
But homies that appreciate the crisis
And treat 'em like they seen 'em
With a second set of eyelids
Ok, that wasn't fair
Admittedly I wasn't there
Long before I volunteered as unabashed
Unaware
How? All dressed up, like a spider in a cup
Who never knew a silence so abrupt
When the mileage in the middle
Turn a siren to a hush
First you hate it, then you love it
Then you try it as a crutch
Long Island was the hatchery
NYC the wetstone
Sharpening the carving knives
Foraging for breadcrumbs
I headed west, planned to boomerang back
Sidetracked by a trans-continental cage match

Boomer oomerang, boomer oomer oomerang
Boomer oomerang, boomer oomer oomerang
Boomer oomerang, boomer oomer oomerang
Boomer oomerang, boomer oomer oomerang

Boomer oomer oomerang boomer oomer oomerang
Boomer oomer oomerang boomer oomer oomerang