Themselves - Another Part of the Clown’s Brain lyrics

I am the wizard, the
(hush) awkward hawk-eyed wizard
Whose melancholy state of stubborn shows
Him the hard place
Up close and conjures a lucid quandary
The dreamiest paranoia
Where's the rock, the rock
I wanna fix the rock
Talk it into being my pal better yet
My indolent solid-stood apprentice
But thanks, but no thanks but
There is no rock

Just me, in my gloomy hand-carved hard place
No student, no new chew toy for my bootleg
Hug and kiss to tear into ribbons
Worst of all
All my fuss and careful obsessing frivolous
It gets painted over with lacking
And stuffed grotesque missing now fruitless
I set meticulously sharpened traps for bugs


With ferocious little mechanized
Insect-crippling jaws
And throw away my junior wizard cap and wand
These pupils will be thinner and hopefully
Cephalopods

(There's nothing, nothing)

Now, I can smile at the cut-out moon
And pretend hardcore
It's comical and made of cardboard
In a while
I scamper in it's film about my quarters
Collecting all the intricate
Sprung death bundles
And free the teeny-weeny thingamajiggers
Dropping them in their
Bruised-seeping abdomen's in a jar one by

(Have you seen them? Have
You seen them around?
I've heard them whispering in the
Dark somewhere between the floorboards
And creeping in the house)

A cloudy glass jar of sour miracles
It's elliptical and made of guts
Resonance collected
I tip-toe through wild guesses and wide eyes
Dipping, I hope it's cute
Dipping my hairy knuckles and minced cuticles
Into the open jar
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A firm pinch invigorates the
Dying tensed writhing critter
Wriggle, wriggles
I would like to look down it's throat
But it only snaps and hisses
At my innocent cruelty bad, beasty, bad!
So be it, it's rectangular and made of ash

(I'm just looking for a friend
I'm not looking for someone to break)

I lean back into the dim
Bazaar of my workspace
My neat and straightened workspace
Totoseem justto seemto
As I suck it's thickened pearly stomachs
From a throbbing in-caving thorax
I just can't seem to study
Taught in this poor reader's paradise
In these uncomfortably queer sandals
A sign, lost appetite, I lean aside
Leaning further, a yawn leaning further back
Crack a pointless pencil in my
Only pocket with no holes
Snaps in two, and pokes my skinny leg
Kinda reminds me of lightning

I don't believe in Zeus
But I'm scared stiff of clowns
Look, I'm nakeda wizard, and surely mad

I don't believe in Zeus
But I'm scared stiff of clowns
Look, I'm nakeda wizard, and surely mad

I don't believe in Zeus
But I'm scared stiff of clowns
Look, I'm nakeda wizard, and nearly happy

It's circular and made of seasons
Pretty, ugly, pretty, ugly, pretty
Pacing from desk to sill
I turn my mirrors off and on and on and
Then make believe the wolves are
Telling me it's midnight
Except it's just the last few hours howling
Night, night, I know my desk hates me
And so do the traps, jars
Nervous ticks and loudmouth pointless pencils
It's okay, alright, because, cause
I'm gonna write and write and
Marry all it's cracks, chips and knots
Get them really pregnant
Then leave with it's friend the
Chair and all my stationery

(No, go, no)

Yum, a breeze, carry me
I feel like the other sun
The riddles, blend in with the stars
In with the crickets
Tucked in the middle of somewhere
Chirping madly, I'll be happier alone
Naked, where no-one can ever
Find the crickets hush