Trees Songtext
von Matthew Ebel

I always thought I would be deep
If I could write about the trees
′Cause that's what deep people do.
I′d really write about the world
Or wars, or bars, perhaps a girl,
But the words would be a forest
All the way through.

I'd compare the dancing of the leaves so graceful
High above the lovely dairy grounds
To the Middle East or
Well, whatever, I guess I'm not as deep
As all the poets in the coffee house downtown.

How do people get so deep?
Why was I shortchanged?
Seems the more I try to write,
The more I think I′m strange.


People write about the trees
To sound like they recycle,
But they all drive an SUV.
I can′t write to save the trees
'Cause I′ve been trying, but
My Congressman just won't listen to me.

And I′m told my lyrics ain't the deepest,
They don′t seem to paint a thousand pictures with a word.
Well I don't have to build a raft like Sylvia Plath
And float on crap like that. I'd only sound absurd.

How do people get so deep?
Why was I shortchanged?
Seems the more I try to write,
The more I think I′m strange.

So I′m grazing in the shallow grass,
But I say shallow words will feed me better
Than the poet-codes I've heard.
And who′s to say I'm full of bull
Because I got no beef with
Songs that make sense to the herd?


All I wanted was to milk
A metaphor about the trees
And write some crap that really wows,
But now instead of
Writing ′bout the trees,
Somehow or another, I ended up
Writing about... cows?

How do people get so deep?
Why was I shortchanged?
Seems the more I try
The more I try
The more I try

How do people get so deep?
Why was I shortchanged?
Seems the more I try to write,
The more I think I'm strange.