Missing David Foster Wallace
Simple songs of acoustic guitar and voice.
Lyrics
Treasure hunting prose
Searching for the truths that sometimes
Only fiction shows
On the edge of understanding, I
Let my Converse take me
From Philosophy to Early Man
Oh but you play the Dunlop Black Max Graphite
You?re going to bury them
Curing loneliness
Your mother?s quirky phrases, and your
Heavy, endless Jest
Flipping to an endnote brings me
Just a little closer
To what it means to be a human being
Oh but you play the Dunlop Black Max Graphite
You?re going to bury me
Hating your MacArthur
The baggage and the gown
You may have gotten through it
But the Nardil really let you down
Once again with hope
I?ll cycle through the canon
And emerge with some new mote
Some little thing that gets me. Oh I
Don?t always like
The way it makes me feel
I?m embarrassed at my jealousy
Oh but you play then Dunlop Black Max Graphite
You?re going to bury me
Hey enjoyed this, just my style guitar and vocal. Well done.