Porcelain Vase by The Michael Character Lyrics
Ha ha!
Saturday morning
I stepped in a pile of dog shit on the walk to the red line
It was looking to be a pretty good day
I’m always down for surprises
But never ready for plans to change
I used to think that songs had to mean something
So I tried to be original and penetrating
But Connor used the word derivative, and meant it, and get this, he was right too
Yea man, they did it all in the sixties so what’s left for me and you?
Gimme four walls and a porcelain vase and a dresser
I’ll give ya the impression of a happy life
Gimme a microphone and a public address system
I’ll give ya thirty minutes of reasons not to sleep at night
Keep it together!
Never to wake up from this
Meteor returning to earth kind of break up shit
You were hiding your bike in the trees
While I was shaking my wallet for quarters for the meter
Keep it going!
Head to the door
With parties like this what’s my empty apartment for?
You were kickin’ up dust in the scene
While I held it all in and then pissed in my jeans
Hallelujah!
Gimme a one and a two and a three
And I’ll bet the next digits even
Gimme a five and a ten and a fifteen
And I’ll give ya pretty nice lie to believe in
Saturday morning
I stepped in a pile of dog shit on the walk to the red line
It was looking to be a pretty good day
I’m always down for surprises
But never ready for plans to change
I used to think that songs had to mean something
So I tried to be original and penetrating
But Connor used the word derivative, and meant it, and get this, he was right too
Yea man, they did it all in the sixties so what’s left for me and you?
Gimme four walls and a porcelain vase and a dresser
I’ll give ya the impression of a happy life
Gimme a microphone and a public address system
I’ll give ya thirty minutes of reasons not to sleep at night
Keep it together!
Never to wake up from this
Meteor returning to earth kind of break up shit
You were hiding your bike in the trees
While I was shaking my wallet for quarters for the meter
Keep it going!
Head to the door
With parties like this what’s my empty apartment for?
You were kickin’ up dust in the scene
While I held it all in and then pissed in my jeans
Hallelujah!
Gimme a one and a two and a three
And I’ll bet the next digits even
Gimme a five and a ten and a fifteen
And I’ll give ya pretty nice lie to believe in