Wallace Robert Holt - I Don’t Know Where I Am, But I Know Where I Want To Be lyrics

Well, I want to be well, I want to be well
I want to be well
I want to be well, I want to
Be well, I want to be well
I want to be well
I want to be well, I want to
Be well, I want to be well
I want to be well
I want to be well, I want to
Be well, I want to be well
I want to be well
I want to be well, I want to
Be well, I want to be well
I want to be well
I want to be well, I want to
Be wеll, I want to be well
I want to be wеll i'm not - around

Snatch a piece of my wonderin'
Distant-far like yonderin'
Skin of my tooth like, skin of my boot like
Fly in my soup like, "Where's the waitress?"
Can I take this? Really, can I finish this?
These airs and all these graces
It's my mistake, I'll make it
J-dub to the boom, now make it
Bounce, wiggle, bounce, wiggle
Shakin' all them bangs out
Chemical cutthroats
Bound to blow the brain out
Cut to the brain, this ain't no game
I'll show no shame, I'll birth this blame
I'm twisted Cain, I'll twist again
I'll push the blade, as plain as day
Known to what these sayers say
Known to what these doers do
It's you and who and you-know-where
We's about to take it there
We's about to make it clear
We happy on we lonesome
The long jump, the beat heart
It's start to finish ten spoons of spinach
The soul and the spillage
The cup that runneth over
Return of the ogre!

The bridle bends in idle hands
And slows your canter to a trot
We mean to stop, in increments
But can’t commit
We post and sit, in impotence:
The harder you hit, the deeper the dent
We seek our name
We seek our fame, and our credentials
Paned in glass, trained to master incidentals
Bleach our collar
Leach our dollar from our cents:
The longer you live, the higher the rent

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In December of that year
The word came down that she was here
The days grew shorter
I was sure, if she came 'round
I’d hold my ground i'd endure
But they'd alluded to a change
That came to pass and Spring, deranged
Weeping grass and sleepless
Broke herself upon my windowglass
And I could barely breathe, for seeing
All the splintered light that
Leaked her fissures
Fleeing, launched in flight:
Unstaunched daylight, brightly bleeding
Bleached the night with dawn, deleting