Renaissance of Nonchalance

Well, we’re painters with sound
Mechanics of broken hearts
Conductors of cut-up clowns
Fluent in six tongues of art

Born ready for a Renaissance
In the age of science fiction
In a world of shallow bon vivantes
Where the best lack all conviction

They say it’s written in the Lord’s Will
That the meek shall inherit the Earth
Well, let’s get that line to probate court
Before another bomb gives birth

Look, I’ve got eyes on the back of my back
Always on point to take up the slack
Jack of all knacks
A patchwork of hacks
On the wrong track
Slipping through all the right cracks

Our leaders were mostly liars
So we sought out the self-evident
Sparking fires in live wires
Chasing drive-by enlightenment

Knee-deep in ruins tryin’ to trace
Eroded signposts left behind
Puzzle pieces into place
Guessing our best and reckoning blind

That golden balance is bound to be found
Tomorrow always comes around
It worked back then it’ll work again
If the principle is sound

We’re the very modular
Modern major generalists
Bringing into transitory being
Whatever wills itself to exist
Adaptability, that’s our specialty
For the flexible persists
Tossed on waves of creativity
No fortress can resist

Oh we’ve got eyes on the back of our backs
Always on point to take up the slack
Jack of all knacks
A patchwork of hacks
On the wrong track
Slipping through all the right cracks

So let’s grab a sip of novel tea
And swing from the limbs of RealiTree
For shift happens
When we’re all fluxed up
So bring out your brilliance
And let’s raise our cups
To the electro-plated, plenty jaded
Renaissance of Nonchalance

It’s magically scientific!
Well, you might say it’s more realistic
To disdainfully remain pessimistic
But it’s better to be happy than right, right?
And there’s a riot of insight to incite
Even when salvation is far out of sight
Violins playing while Rome burns
Who knows how to turn the stern
Of this panic-wracked Titanic
Before melting icebergs converge?

In an age of mass confusion
Setting the stage for revolution
Bit by bit and byte by byte
Lighting up the edge of evolution
Dancing around every bonfire
The Titan’s scorching torch ignites
Under a crumbling Empire
Missing the trees for the Farenheit

Imagineering through intuition
Teasing the future into fruition
On plateaus of punmanteaus
Lining winding cascading tableaus
Of shooting stars on a mission
Rise up as visionaries always arose
It’s half past time your talent shows!

Look, I’ve got eyes on the back of my back
Always on point to take up the slack
Jack of all knacks
A patchwork of hacks
On the wrong track
Slipping through all the right cracks

February 23, 2017. Category: Air Lift Underground, Word Jazz.

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