Evan Alexander Moore - Perennial Lyrics

It slid down my throat, I felt everything at once
My spine is an electric arcade
Pines and Firs do the Van Gogh sway
Stars swirl around
Here, a voice bursting from the ground
What are you gonna do today?

Well the street feels wavy, and I look up to the sky
That's when I see aurora borealis lighting up the Texas night
Khari's on the curb, singing pink matter
I'm on Ian's couch, searching for some laughter
Nothing feels as good as the moment
Until life rears its f*ckin head
Sayin', "What are you gonna do today?"

I'm gonna miss my brothers, and how our laughs turned to tears
I'm gonna miss the hugs of my Mother, and how they ward off the fears
I'll miss the open roads, the dust unsettled
When I drive down 45, engine roaring like a kettle
But nothings ever gonna feel this way
Watching all your world decay
Material things they all recede
Mama I just wanna live decently
The Fractal paths bloom every which way
But I still don't know, what I want to do today
What if this, is all done in vain
New York, are you a dream decayed

I am the great procrastinator
Fed my money to the hungry college educators
I walk around Oblivion
Ya got no money, but I got some Ritalin
So let's go down to 6th street, high on revolution

Lightning comes first, but I ain't heard a thing
You can take your speed when you want, but it ain't gonna start this train
Jittery hands, achin' head
But I'm not going home just yet
Until, the thunder roars out a revolution

No, we're miles and miles away
I wanna know how it feels
I wanna make it on my own
I wanna grow a garden in the concrete
I don't wanna go home

Do ya see the torn up streets the flooded towns
If you think this is the beginning of the end, you haven't looked around
All the hate, you thought had died
I'll tell you now, it's real alive
A last breath to snuff out the revolution

He says big words, he must be so well spoken
He won't say nothing that could frighten, the CEOs he's beholden
We're starved to debt, phones are screamin'
Cryin mothers, cities weepin'
No your well-spoken candidate, never spoke well of revolution

We're miles and miles and miles away
I wanna know how it feels
I wanna make it on my own
I wanna grow a garden in the concrete
I don't want to go home

Hungover in the mausoleum country
Avocado toast, a 5 dollar cup of coffee
Turn on the TV scroll through the feed
Another shooting, another spectacle to add to the list of tragedies

I am the great vagrant of America
Toiling in the freedom that only burns my retina
We're all flowers, blooming after
Our forefathers cemented the dirt
Blossomed just in time for the revolution

What you gonna do, today
Even when you know that you're not okay
Miles and miles and miles away

I wanna know how it feels
I wanna make it on my own
I wanna grow a garden in the concrete
I don't want to go home

In and out my life
I will crack like asphalt
Oh, just like the trees
That line down my street
I'm gonna rise out of my faults

Maybe I'll grow gold pedals
Maybe I'll see a centennial
Look up at me
This evergreen
Perennial Millennial