Sedentary City Songtext
von Stephan Nance

Try to wend your way
Through the thickest thickets
And avoid the ratchet call reviews
Of the Gray Catbird critics
Easily the mimic mews
"Be more original"
They heard it from a bird
More qualified to say it
Freely they propose
A game of musical chairs
They bend the rules
So they will win it when they play it


Where there′s a seat
There'll be someone sitting pretty
Calling your every shot
And shooting down
Your every call for help
Your even feet
Won′t ensure an even footing
Your standing won't be understood
In the sedentary city

Try to look to your laurels
In a boxwood hedge
At public capacity
Try to rest among
The mock-mockingbird–occupied
Topiary thrones
Eerily the tin-can chorus
Vacates the premises
Abruptly and without an echo
Sturdy and upright
In the spotlight
You emanate your candidacy for upholstery


Where there's a seat
There′ll be someone sitting pretty
And where the seating′s scarce
You'll get your shot at
Getting shot at
Your beating heart won′t
Save you from a heartfelt beating
Your standing won't be understood
In the sedentary

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