Constellation Jazz
Prolific Lyrics

Angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night,
Young, countercultural individuals yearning for spiritual experiences that connect them to something larger than themselves

Who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz,
Impoverished and exhausted individuals sitting in darkness in their cheap apartments, contemplating the beauty of jazz music as a form of escape and release

This is fear and loathing of the basic type on aimless nights,
A feeling of fear and disgust with the mundane and repetitive cycle of aimless nights

Where I sit and sip my drink across from traffics changing lights,
A scene of the artist sitting alone, watching the traffic change outside while sipping a drink

A starving artist’s dream-complete with past regrets,
A description of the typical life of a starving artist, including past regrets and missed opportunities

I frequent these trashy depths to speak with the bachelorettes, (Will, get over your ex)…. Nah, I just need a few scotch,
The singer visits these seedy bars to talk to women, but also admits to drinking to escape his problems

Looking for dimes to drop into that 1950’s jukebox,
The singer is searching for spare change to play music on an old jukebox

I guess I could go buy some shitty fruit shots,
The artist could buy cheap, fruity drinks but chooses not to

But I’d rather leave this joint to go get high on city rooftops,
The artist would rather leave the bar and smoke on the rooftops

I pass the days with alley cats and ask for change,
The artist spends his days with stray cats and begs for money

As passing taxi cabs advance and splash my back with rain,
Taxis drive by, splashing rainwater on the singer's back

My happiness is pain, I wallow in that,
The artist finds comfort in their own misery and pain

Procrastinate and hope success just falls in my lap,
The singer procrastinates and hopes success will come easily

You can follow my track, with dreams of this town,
Others can follow the singer's path and their dreams of success in the city

But dollar pizza seems to be the only meaning I’ve found,
The singer can only find meaning in cheap pizza

3 a.m. morning dim you can see this dreamer beg,
In the early hours of the morning, the artist is still begging for help realizing their dreams

A pale anemic male defeatist with his tail between-his legs,
The artist sees themselves as a defeated, weak individual

Alright, two lost souls as mechanic as the thoughts,
The two speakers are lost and their thoughts are mechanical and repetitive

Nerds reserved to words and the thickness of its plot,
The singers are introverted and focused on words and their meanings

Rebels without a cause throwing pebbles at the curb,
The artists are rebels with no particular purpose, throwing pebbles at the pavement

These days run together and we’re left to let them blur,
The days seem to blend together and the artists feel powerless to stop it

I concur and refer to the moment that it collapsed,
The artists agree that they have hit a low point

In this still frame of a weakness where we stood open and laughed,
The singers remember a moment of vulnerability and laughter

Sleep walk across the city, contemplate the past,
The artists walk through the city in a daze, thinking about the past

We talk the talk then watch the constellation’s jazz,
They talk big but don't actually do anything, instead just watching the stars

Straight cyphers in the moonlight, to get the mood right,
The singer smokes with friends under the moonlight to set the mood

Get the tunes tight with a cool pint of cooler’s light,
The singer drinks beer to enjoy the music more

The breeze is cold, the trees are bare,
The weather is cold and the trees have lost their leaves

Emotion is thick, but it can breathe in here,
Emotions are overwhelming but can be expressed in this setting

I ain’t really one for good trips but it seems its fair,
The singer doesn't usually have good experiences but accepts them as they come

You don’t have to love someone to believe you care,
You can care about someone without necessarily loving them

Sometimes, I just think for a while,
The artist spends time alone, lost in thought

I’ll... tell you a secret if you promise not to smile,
The artist wants to share a secret, but doesn't want the listener to judge them for it

Everybody’s self-indulgent and involved with selfless nonsense,
Everyone is obsessed with their own problems while pretending to be selfless

I’m a pawn of a conscious making comments to the modest,
The singer feels controlled by their own morality and makes comments to those who are humble

And the oddest thing that autumn brings is fallen flings and songs to sing,
Autumn brings the end of relationships and a feeling of melancholy

I’m drawing wings to stop the things that brings us to our darkest sins,
The singer is trying to find a way to prevent themselves from falling into sin

Forever rest in peace to my bitter steep of winter sleeps kitchen creaks,
The singer is saying goodbye to a painful past with the sound of the kitchen creaking in the background

Kissing teeth and thinking deep speak,
The singer expresses deep thoughts while clacking their teeth

Weep, and teach me how to think back,
The artist is asking for guidance on how to reflect on past experiences

Let me fit in with this world while I’m dressed up like a fad,
The artist wants to blend in with society even if it means dressing in popular trends

In control of what I thought but I’m lost amongst the facts,
The singer thought they were in control of their life, but now they feel overwhelmed by reality

In the midst of what was taught, in the moments that it flashed,
The singer is reflecting on past lessons and how they apply to their current situation

It’s the victims that get caught and personas of the catch,
The innocent get caught up in the schemes of those who appear successful

It’s the system that will rot and condolence of my wrath,
The system will decay and the artist is angry about it

It’s hard to fit in while you’re falling through the cracks,
It's difficult to find acceptance when you're marginalized

While your busy telling jokes, I’m still learning how to laugh,
While others are more carefree, the singer is still struggling with finding joy in life

It’s hard to act your age when you ain’t never learned to act,
It's difficult to grow up when you've never learned how to behave like a mature adult