The Man Who's Not At All

from Free Pawn by Apes, Pigs & Spacemen

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THE MAN WHO’S NOT AT ALL

Everyone just looks out for himself,
Everything else is a lie
And I am only the paint on the walls,
The carpet on the floor,
That’s how much I mean
That’s how much I mean.

I’m not sorry for what I am or what I’ve done,
I’m trying to show grace under pressure,
Until then I’ll find a lovely place
For us to suffer together.
What’s the difference, win or lose?
We’ll make like we were never here at all.

I sleep in a one-bunk Hilton
If you don’t like it, leave.
I’m on avant garde duty
Swim the gene pool for my reprieve.
I’ve got highway hypnosis
Since the flag ate my family
And the reaper’s on a surfboard
Looking back at me.

Chorus:
I’m clinging to the gutter
With a soul that’s like a wall,
It’s just another conversation
With the man who’s not at all

I’m snorting lines by Pynchon,
Playing mystic by ear
And Dante is my neighbour
But he doesn’t come in here.
And there’s a five-minute warning
Goes off every hour,
And I’m headed for the dirt farm,
Left my spirits in the shower.

Chorus.

Just another conversation
With the man who’s not at all.

And nothing you can do will make it happen
No, nothing you can do will make it happen
(repeat)

You will be in the clear,
Just pretend I wasn’t here
And the thorn in your side
Can be something I divide.
Anything you say to me
Won’t stray outside these walls.

It’s just another conversation
With the man who’s not at all
Just another conversation
With the man who’s not at all.

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from Free Pawn, released March 5, 2022

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Paul Miro is an artist who records and performs both as a solo artist and in bands. In addition to his extensive catalogue of solo albums, he writes regularly for film and TV and does mix and production work for other artists.

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