story behind the song: converting frustrations into noise. of nodes and knots and knotheads.
Lyrics
holding up two fingers
so i can count them four
caught like some ransom note
passing out the door
always liked them pictures
scans and shots by cats
somewhere in their imagery
rendering this that
emphatic in denial
of showing any fear
whispering to caricatures
found hiding in my beer
feelings left to worry
some large or oh so small
systematically declining
nodality at all
whatever i do
whatever i do
whatever i do ...
pretentious and mysterious
this life or in the next
recalling on a read phone
some deleted text
knowing is in theory
the best we cannot do
tendrils of the mystics
nodalities of lose
whatever we do
whatever we do
whatever we do
