48. Dirty Projectors : No Intention

The renegade feeling satisfied
You blinked and closed your eyes
You like the feeling of Saturday
You love the danger in the night
The restless corpse is collapsed wind
The breath is daffodil
What not become what is lapsing
Into the universal fill
Or maybe just
No intention
Or maybe just
No intention
Woah yeah woah
When I am full with endeavour
Nothing can stop gestalt
The freshness of my reality
Makes me feel tingly and hot
When you wake up shouting “Idea!”
Is that a punishment?
You represent saying, “I’m real,”
But is that what you meant
Maybe you meant
No intention
Maybe you meant
No intention
Woah ah woah
No intention
No intention
Woah ah woah

Songwriters: David Donnell Longstreth