Candide Says Video (MV)

If you should hang me for one thing please make it exclamation points
Or repeating pleasantries twice on the way to school in the morning
Where we witnessed amazing feats of man at the dawn of sliced bread
Alongside bodies in black and white in the films of driver's ed

In wonderfully themed lands that shined like the sun
We became the last thirty-eight pages of 2001

I have both given and received effusive praise
So I know right away not to be easily swayed
But at a time when the helium supplies are dangerously low
I am extraterrestrially celestial floating above the snow

Continually hopeful and in a state of near bliss
As if prescription medication had been created from this

Pack what you can into the narrative and dump it off the back of the ship

Decline is a simple word
It sounds like roll-down gates or vacancies
And it just bores to death all the fact checkers who vet
Countless think pieces in magazines

Pack what you can into the narrative and press it into the page

Decline is a flimsy word
That bends down on creaky knees
And spends the better part of its afternoon
Raking up the music and lyrics of Bruce Springsteen

Pack what you can into the narrative and use it to wrap fish