A flash-of-inspiration song about metaphysics and drinking. The relationship of the two is examined, as is the philosophical nature of various drinking vessels. --Jeremy
Whittle me a teacup, and I’m set for life / If only I could have the cup, not metal, / I believe that I will drink tonight. / Time slips through a plane that’s all in my head; / While I’m trapped between dimensions with a broken glass instead. / My mantle is home to the carpenter’s cup. / Some seeps in the grain forever when the oil all dries up. / Whittle me a teacup, and I’m set for life / If only I could have the cup, not metal, / I believe that I will drink tonight. / Time slips through a plane that’s all in my mind; / There’s no way to feed my devil if the action takes some time. /Time slips through a plane that’s all in my head; / While I’m trapped between dimensions with a broken glass instead.
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