I always thought I would be deep
If I could write about the trees
’cause that’s what deep people do
I’d really write about the world
Or wars, or bars, perhaps a girl
But the words would be a forest
All the way through
I’d compare the dancing of the leaves so graceful
High above the lovely dairy grounds
To the Middle East or…
…well, whatever, I guess I’m not as deep
As all the poets in the coffee house downtown
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How do people get so deep?
Why was I shortchanged?
Seems the more I try to write
The more I think I’m strangе
People write about thе trees
To sound like they recycle
But they all drive an SUV
I can’t write to save the trees
’cause I’ve been trying, but
My Congressman just won’t listen to me
And I’m told my lyrics ain’t the deepest
They don’t seem to paint 1,000 pictures with a word
Well I don’t have to build a raft like Sylvia Plath
And float on crap like that. I’d only sound absurd
So I’m grazing in the shallow grass
But I say shallow words will feed me better
Than the poet-codes I’ve heard
And who’s to say I’m full of bull
Because I got no beef with
Songs that make sense to the herd?
All I wanted was to milk
A metaphor about the trees
And write some crap that really wows
But now instead of
Writing ’bout the trees
Somehow or another, I ended up
Writing about… cows?
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Matthew Ebel Lyrics – Trees