Spider Heard - Guerilla Toss

At the traffic light was a figurine

Rough around the edge, solid evergreen

Leaning to the side, holding up an arc

Facing straight ahead, blank without a spark

It shifts and twists, and suddenly practically gives in

But standing next to him, similar molding

Was a plastic twin, replica phantom

«Ready warrior?»

Stuck inside it’s head

«You need discipline!»

Soldier on a thread

Not a doll, a polymer popular play thing

No make believe, no luxury, rubbery repeat

Locked in one hand, I deal in the other

Two positions on the same subject

Look sideways and see that silicone study

Is that what you need?

That muted body?

It shifts and twists, and suddenly practically gives in

Oh ragged little doll, made of porcelain

Posable and small, breakable and thin

Spider heard her talk, tied a webber’s knot

Who is in the lead, what is at the top

Not a doll, a polymer popular play thing

No make believe, no luxury, rubbery repeat

He said:

The channel changes by itself (la la la)

The TV’s blaring at me (la la la)

Said it’s making a copy (la la la)

A robot flick at mother earth but

The wire isn’t connected (la la la)

An imitation you see (la la la)

A parody of the real life, (la la la)

And it just isn’t, isn’t me

I saw a pattern in the impression of the face

That wrinkly complexion never looked the same

Split between two things: conscious, balancing

That subtle mental link.

Carbon copy me!

It shifts and twists, and suddenly practically gives in

But waiting in the room, somewhere way outback

Banging with his spoon, standing on his head

Insect wannabe, ground itself to thin

With certain guarantee, horse became human

Not a doll, a polymer popular play thing

No make believe, no luxury, rubbery repeat

The channel changes by itself (la la la)

The TV’s blaring at me (la la la)

Said it’s making a copy (la la la)

A robot flick at mother earth but

The wire isn’t connected (la la la)

An imitation you see (la la la)

A parody of the real life, (la la la)

And it just isn’t, isn’t me