It (Harvey Dog) 1:11
Volume 3 – E.E.S. (Early Experimental Shit) 2012-2016
September 30th, 2014
Vocals, Scissors, Harmonica
Lyrics (an adaptation of the poem)
I looked under the bed,
past monsters
drooling with anticipation,
venomous eyeballs
wondering if I
will find it.
I opened every cabinet
in the kitchen
looking for it.
I uprooted every weed in our
stone-filled garden,
searching where the
worms reside
to see if I
could find it.
I opened every door and broke
every lock, searched
every closet,
went through the
unmentionables,
looking for it.
I went through the pockets
of my hoodie, and
the pockets of my jeans
to see if I
could find it.
* no luck *
I continue my
futile search,
inspecting every
speck of dust
my human eye
can discern,
wondering if I
will ever find it.
Written: February 7th, 2011