Par AvionArt School Dropout (Running in Circles)
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Finnegans Wake Book 1 Chapter 4
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from forthcoming Fibromyalgia EP

Par Avion

boy has a crush on a former schoolmate, who has since become an indie rock star. He fantasizes about her future as a white-trash burnout.
ART SCHOOL DROPOUT
(Running in Circles)

Wal-Mart roller pig
Go to Disneyland
Deer head on the wall
Don't make me stand

Alone with a TV
You lay your hands
Please take me in your fold
Your native land

But why won't you touch me?
I'm not the one with a rifle
And you don't even know me
Kiss your fist, if I think it will break it
On the stage, pumping notes through a Vox amp
Rainy day women all sleeping
Go your way, when I'm looking in circles
I'll go mine

Turn from brown to blonde
Playin' the keytar
Doin' the robot
On the VTR
Dinner at your mom's
Walkin' round the club
Late night little snack
A brand new sub
Light a cigarette
Start to smile
If you look this way again
We can talk awhile

But why won't you touch me?
I'm not the one with no mercy
And you don't even know me
Kiss your fist, if I think it will break it
On the stage, pumping notes through a Vox amp
Rainy day women all sleeping
Go your way, when I'm looking in circles
I'll go mine

Look away
Runnin in circles
I don't mind the pain
'Cuz you don't even know me
Runnin in circles
Such a shame
Going in circles
Such a pain
Keeping it perfect
Go your way
When we're runnin' circles
I'll go mine x
Song Comments

Finnegans Wake Book 1 Chapter 4
Posidonius O'Fluctuary! Lave that bloody stone as it is! What are you doing your dirty minx and his big treeblock way up your path? Slip around, you, by the rare of the ministers'! And, you, take that barrel back where you got it, Mac Shane's, and go the way your old one went, Hatchettsbury Road! And gish! how they gushed away, the pennyfares, a whole school for scamper, with their sashes flying sish behind them, all the little pirlypettes! Issy-la-Chapelle! Any lucans, please?


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