GREAT APES LYRICS

"Paint Job (The Lament Of 1492 Valencia Street)"

Glass me in with shiny new sills
Frankly I prefer a bit of dirt
All these sheep in suits’ clothing
With their boutiques, parlors, and desserts

I miss the smell of posole
The feel of children’s footsteps in my halls
And the verse of the taxi
The choruses of language in my walls

New monotone – the cellular drone
A pink moustache, a bus-sized limousine
Culture collage – now blotted out
It’s uniform, it’s hollow, it’s so pristine

There are specters in the dust specs
This paint job’s looking suspect
History’s vibrant hues, they’ve all been painted white
My stories sing in creaking pipes

Give me your tired
Give me your needy
Give me distortion from the park
Cover me in graffiti
Give me givers
You can keep the greedy
Back when it felt like home they just called it seedy

Lost in the echoes of low rider roar
The skin of the Women’s Building back in ‘94
The bidders will swarm and the values will soar
While my longing hearth crumbles through the floor

There are specters in the dust specs
This paint job’s looking suspect
History’s vibrant hues, they’ve all been painted white
My stories sing in creaking pipes

The slow death of the decades
From the Irish to the tech craze
History’s vibrant hues, they’ve all been painted white
My stories sing in creaking pipes

Weary window eyes with pigeon lashes
Watch as condos stalk from the down street
All these memories rest in rotten beams
Tear me down – just let me sleep

Pray and wait for the great quake
To bring hell cleansing through the crust
We'll be better off when we're all
Splintered and shaken back to dust

Thanks to Danny M. for these lyrics

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