I haven’t been sleeping in a cardboard box (it’s more of an aluminum box) and it was fairly cruel to poke fun at that situation.  So, as has happened before, contrition through Vedder Tuesday, the lyrics of which are almost impossible to understand when sung.

Even Flow

Freezing, rests his head on a pillow made of concrete — again
Oh, feeling maybe he’ll see a little better set o’ days
Oh, hand out, faces that he sees time again ain’t that familiar
Oh, dark grin — he can’t help when he’s happy, looks insane

Even flow, thoughts arrive like butterflies
Oh, he don’t know so he chases them away
Oh, someday, yeah, he’ll begin his life again
Life again
Life again

Kneeling, looking through the paper though he doesn’t know to read
Oh, praying now to something that has never showed him anything
Oh, feeling — understands the weather of the winters on its way
Oh, ceilings few and far between all the legal halls of shame

Even flow, thoughts arrive like butterflies
Oh, he don’t know so he chases them away
Oh, someday yet he’ll begin his life again
Oh, whispering hands gently lead him away
Lead him away
Lead him away

Oh, fuck your money!

Even flow, thoughts arrive like butterflies
Oh, he don’t know so he chases them away
Ah someday yet he’ll begin his life again
Oh, whispering hands gently lead him away
Him away
Him away
Yeah

All Vedder Tuesday

Wed, 06 Jan 2010 11:19:37 +0000
Under music, pearl jam, vedder tuesday, why I wish Vedder wouldn't mumble
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