And The Plates Keep Spinning... Pt.2

from The Man Who Loved Beer by Kevin P. Gilday

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lyrics

And what comes next is anyone's guess
Seems to me life has a tendency to digress
To trick a man off his path, up a cul-de-sac
Make choices from which there's no coming back
But would a son or daughter be the answer to my malaise
Or just another generation infected by my black dog days

And the plates keep spinning...
And the plates keep spinning...

And I used to dream of success but now I just hope for survival
Either that or a highly paid poetry revival
Struggling for respect from my friends and peers
Feeling my relevance erode with each passing year
I was never really cool, but I pretended to be
Losing my edge like that guy from LCD

And the plates keep spinning...
And the plates keep spinning...

I promised myself I'd see the world before I die
But furnished myself with an iron clad alibi
That adventure requires money and time
When all it really needs is bravery and wine
Can two weeks abroad really change your cultural outlook?
Or am I resigned to be forever an empty book?

And the plates keep spinning...
And the plates keep spinning...

Morbidly courting death with each passing day
In an atrophying body wasting away
Intrinsically aware of the passing of time
My funeral set as an immovable deadline
Before I reach that point, I must justify my birth
With something more substantial than my general net worth

And the plates keep spinning...
And the plates keep spinning...

Will booze dull this loud buzzing in my ear?
My subconscious compelling me to be sincere
Will it bury my ambitions under a landslide of excuses?
Plucked from the inertia alcohol induces
Will it seep through the cracks of all I hold dear?
My potential drowned in a tsunami of beer

And the plates keep spinning...
And the plates keep spinning...
And the plates keep spinning...
And the plates keep spinning...