Pete Peterson - Translational Frames Lyrics

Climbed atop the tiny hill
Sitting in the shadow of the mountain
Now groaning slowly dying
Halfway made of stone
That's the key
Had one chance to set the boundary
Became the ghost
Appeared on toast
L-O-S

Tea helps climb those steep walls
And when you hit them beans
You'll grind them all
(Get the f*ck out now)

Oh the roads and wondering how far they go
So sorry but I'm not home now
Livin' in a groove in a grove
Since I dove
Along the sea
Salt in synchronicity
Pendulum swingin' out and seekin' a healthy fruitin' tree
I lost a peel
My orangery

Re-seasoned to my taste
(Just an egg
Get to the hatch
Gotta make me up another batch)
Ants swarm on my base
(Get the f*ck out now)

Lost
Box of cracker jacks of all trades
Am I wasting thyme now
To stay
Less than al dente

Rot, when you tell me
Look you just got to stay
Neglecting produce expired on display
Bad one in a bunch
No lunch!
No whey!
That plants the seed for the translational frame

Thought it was ready to serve
Still way down there on that curve
Facing in dread the new step
Turns out the god damned bacon bread was only the f*cking prep!

I done had to translate my ass
Just had to get me mise en place
It done sucked choking on chocolate rain
No marrow left in the bone
Just face it
I was never even home