sweetness and light

Dear me. Teaching nearly one hundred freshmen how to write a research paper, read good and do other things good too has effectively turned my brain to mush. Oh, how I want to write something clever and funny and interesting, but I seem to have completely misplaced both my attention span and my commitment to task completion. So instead, here are the lyrics from that Portastatic song that I've been obsessively listening to for the past week or so. And please know that if you asked nicely, it's true - I would sing a song of sweetness and light for you. Punk.

Oh look what just came rolling down this morning's face.
Some shiny tears from sleepy eyes,
won't go to waste.
I've got a Lucite frame.
Then filling up with grain,
in red with one wax pencil
we mark the time and date.

I'm going to turn this truck around,
when we run out of space.

You say, "Why can't you sing of hopeful things
and skies that go from grey to blue?"
I know my voice is like a broken saw.
I know my voice is like a tightening screw.
If I could write a song of sweetness and light for you,
oh honey that's just the first thing that I would do.
Yeah I would, too.

There is a temperature where even we must take the armor off,
a point at which the carapace can just dissolve.
And while the river rises cool and clear around our knees,
we'll watch while clouds that covered us are broken by the breeze.

You say, "Why can't you sing of hopeful things,
and skies that go from grey to blue?"
I know my voice is like a broken saw.
I know my voice is like a sickly shrew.
If I could sing a song of sweetness and light for you,
oh honey that's just the first thing that I would do.

Yeah I would, too.