Plastic Bag - Ben Weaver



     
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Plastic Bag Lyrics


1977 and we are going mad
1977 and we're gonna show them all
It's 1977 and we've seen to many adsThat apathy's a drag
My mind is like a plastic bag
That corresponds to all those ads
That is fed in through by ear
I eat kleenex for breakfast
It sucks up all the rubbish
To dry my tears
And use soft hygienic weetabixMy mind is like a switchboard
I dont't know what's going on
With crossed and tangled lines
Contented with confusion
That is plugged into my head
It's the operators job, not mine
I saidMy dreams I daren't remember
Or tell you what I've seen
I dreamt that I was hitler

The ruler of the see
The ruler of the universe
The ruler of the supermarkets
And even fatalistic me

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“I only have one rule when it comes to songwriting. That is: whenever I have an idea I stop whatever I am doing and I write it down.” So goes the life of Ben Weaver.
And though the Eugene, Oregon-born songwriter spends more time in his basement getting those ideas down than is likely proper or healthy, it’s hard to argue with the results – evocative, hushed songs populated by birds, phone booths, lovers, empty parking lots, friends, shoppers in the checkout line, and plastic bags stuck in trees.

Read more about Ben Weaver on Last.fm.


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