Everything a bowler means:
The masculine parts of your ancestry
Flat rejection of any groupthink
The riot of being yanked to your knees
(Must it be?)
Inside words and noises
Lurks misunderstanding
So self is the only slogan
Art is the only march
Always asking yourself if it’s time to break rank
Survival tactic turned fetish
The truth we’ve gotta be prepared to own:
We’re on our way to the ultimate alone
(It must be!)
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It’s hard to reach out
When you were never taught to
My bullshit detector so fine
That I can’t cast my net too wide
Am I doing myself a disservice
With my aloofness, my great divide
You’re all out there keeping up with each other
This year’s opinions be hanged
I prowl the margins, a peeping Tom
Keeping quiet
Caring too much
(A little too prone to disgust)
My man’s like me
But more sure about it
Eyes firmly forward
Resolve in his heart
Living like this he’d be all I had
If I fell apart
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