Captive of the Sun

My misophonia brought the faders up Now she's a military grade, in Dolby surround, around five-point-one 'cause The barking from the baritone Conductor in the pit for the car Honk duet, half-tone harmony from The sewer rebel youth choir belt Phrases even newer, dump-truck man Drops the beat with trash cans, call 911! We got therapy demands Philharmoninc got a first chair car Crash, pan the falsetto to smash The glass, it's a drive-by lullaby That couldnt get worse, a melody Abandoned in the key of New York Where nothing comes after I'm a passtime streamer, hanging From the rafters, I don't get out I don't have fun Livin' like a captive of the sun Sight-read the chart Clap the rocks into sand A twelve-pass van on a pothole bandstand Got an oil-can hangover by default, and trucks pave The roads with amphetamine salt Skull-shakin' cadence of the J train Rolls the rhythm of defeat, re- peating like a pulse, marching on And static, lyrics shout a retort To the melody abandoned in the key Of New York --- Captive of the Sun - Parquet Courts