If I Could Change the World

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If I could sleep
If I could sleep against all this noise
Then I would sleep
But like a thunder cloud, it's so loud
And I'm in deep
The cars say "beep"

If I could sing
If I could sing and be distinguished
For one salient, sentient sentiment
Then I would sing and have it sung by
Speakers in the town square
Hung up in the town square

If I could draw
If I could draw with my right hand
Half as well as most folks can
I would take up the pen and then
I would draw a breath of free air
I'd draw a breath of free air

If I could fail
If I could fail I'd fail at failure
And frame and put it on display
A triumph of humanity
Hanging next to a Monet
Up in there in that Louvre
It can't possibly improve

If I could build
If I could build I'd build a tower
Stretching toward the sun so tall
And the bunkers with their missile beams
Wouldn't stand a chance at all
That's why they're underground
Subterranites all around
No sunlight to be found

If I could preach
If I could preach to all those people
Sitting in the their pews and rows
I'd talk about the time they'd spent
Manning heavy spades and hoes
In the garden of another man
His Eden, while you toil and plan
He takes and takes and takes
And don't let go!

If I could cry
I'd cry for all the children
And the child I was before
Your culture bath drowned out my soul
Left stillborn on the floor
Through no fucking happenstance
It barely ever had a chance
And soaring to the surface
Now it's screaming out for more

If I could speak
If I could speak in every language
Then I wouldn't have to spend
So much time talking in English
'Bout why all this shit must end
I'd talk in all of them
I'd talk in all of them

If I could sleep I'd rest my weary eyes
From staring at the screen
But for now there's so much horror
That daily goes unseen
And it's left out of all the papers
And the glossy magazines
Left out of conversation
Gently filtered with a screen
Left to bounce about like babies
On some distant trampoline
Out of sight where it can't scare us
Into finding a vaccine.

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from Tired Of Being Tired, released March 28, 2012

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