Jason Bayani - Gristle lyrics

GRISTLE I don't know what to do with myself most of the time. It's like I'm twelve again at the school dance, and I've been practicing the running man all week. And I'm standing there, and I keep telling myself, “This ain't the right song yet" And I know that I can do the running man, My running man is hella fresh. And it's never the right song yet. Even when they're playing Rob Base, it ain't the right song yet. And by the end of the night everyone is slow dancing to Keith Sweat and I'm doing the running man in front of the bathroom mirror. A few years back I went on a ten-day silent meditation retreat. On the second day it snowed and I woke up to a steady stream of people rolling their luggage down the hill. On the fifth day I cried into my instant coffee because I had nowhere else to go. On the eighth day I built a snowman. Two hours later it melted and fell on its back. An hour after that someone else built another snowman facing it, with a branch sticking out of its groin. Then, when I went to the meditation hall, halfway through the session, everyone around me started farting. I know that sometimes with me it's all heading to the dick and fart joke, but I work hard at this, you know? Trying to find sanctity, a beatitude. I'm still looking for God, okay? But farting is funny to me, and I wanted to laugh so hard my heart hurt.