Teleprompters
The Uncluded Lyrics

Ever since I was a kid
Since childhood, I've had two Teleprompters on the backs of my eyelids which transmit words I didn't know where from.

On the backs of my two eyelids
Two Teleprompters where visualized behind my eyelids.

I hid two Teleprompters there
I kept these Teleprompters hidden to myself.

Transmitting words from who knows where
Words appeared on the Teleprompters without me knowing where they came from.

Walkie-talkie on a mission
The voice transmitting the words was on a purposeful mission.

Roger, roger will I listen
I was uncertain about whether to listen to the words or not.

Or will I just pass it along
I was tempted to just pass on what I heard without processing it.

No form of a sing-a-long
The voice transmitting the words was not musical in nature - it had no melody or rhythm.

When muse annoys, devoid and null
When inspiration is lacking or absent, I feel a physical discomfort.

I feel a tingle in my skull
The absence of inspiration manifests in my body as a tingling sensation in my head.

Like ticker tape the words appear
The words on the Teleprompters scroll like a stock ticker tape.

There’s a parade between my ears
The constant stream of words creates a mental parade inside my head.

I preach self-love I know it’s true
I try to promote self-love, even though it can be difficult to practice.

It’s easier to say than do
Despite how important self-love is, it's harder to actually practice.

I send the messages to you
I share the message of self-love with others.

But now I need to hear them too
Despite sharing the message with others, I also need to remember it for myself.

I was laying bricks in a line
I was working hard and methodically like a construction worker laying bricks.

Yap full of dog toy
I was talking a lot, but not saying anything important.

Picturing a life beyond that of a protocol joy
I was imagining a future beyond my current job, which didn't bring me joy.

Bleep bloop boy ox boycott pea soup
The artist is using nonsense language to symbolize the confusing and overwhelming nature of life.

First learn to eat pain at St. Peter’s preschool-yum
The artist learned to manage and tolerate pain from a young age.

Now that’s a painkiller I can speak through
The artist has found a way to use their past pain to make art/music.

Airbrush letters on a pristine gene pool
The singer is talking about modifying or changing their genetic makeup.

See my mother said her father drew a ton
The artist's mother said their grandfather had great artistic abilities.

But all his cartoons had been swallowed by the Susquehanna flood in '72
Despite his talent, the grandfather's work was lost in a flood.

The end he would subsequently pass
The grandfather later passed away.

I know he had a stroke but I assume that’s only half
The singer's grandfather had a stroke, but it wasn't the only reason for his passing.

But now I’m signing up for finger-drawing class in a tux like a gentleman
The artist is taking up an artistic practice, despite societal norms and expectations.

Marrying his ash to his dust
The artist is metaphorically uniting their grandfather's ashes with the earth (dust).

Last on the kickball team draft pick-list
The singer was not a skilled athlete as a child.

First to the King Kullen practicing his kick flips
Despite their lack of athleticism as a child, the singer has learned to skateboard.

I’d like to say it’s ‘cause I was a rebel
The artist would like to say they learned to skateboard because they were a rebellious child.

Truthfully it’s easier to say “oh hell” instead of “hello”
The artist may struggle with social interactions and prefers to avoid them.

Hi, you need to get out more
Someone is suggesting the artist should be more social and explore the world.

I dunno, I don’t wanna be there when the geometry domino
The singer is hesitant to participate in social activities because they fear the unknown or the unpredictable.

Maybe, or maybe his pace is better suited for pacing
The artist is considering the idea that they may be better suited for a slower pace of life.

Never I am nailed to the floor-I am snail under pressure
The singer feels stuck or trapped and unable to move forward.

Ever since I was a kid
The singer is repeating the idea that the Teleprompters have been with them since childhood.

And this is why when I’m on stage
The reason why the singer behaves a certain way on stage is about to be revealed.

My eyes are closed I’m in a haze
The artist has difficulty being present or focused while they perform.

It looks like I’m made out of clay
The artist's body appears rigid and expressionless on stage.

I’m overwhelmed and under-glazed
The singer feels overworked and undervalued (like an unglazed ceramic pot).

I’m making vases out of snakes
The singer is metaphorically turning something dangerous (a snake) into something beautiful (a vase).

I’m a kiln half-full of mistakes
The artist is acknowledging their imperfections and failures.

When kneading it, air’s overlooked
The artist has made errors in their creative process by overlooking something important.

It’s gonna crack when it gets cooked
The artist's mistakes may become even more apparent in the final result of their art.

So self-forgiveness is the key
The singer must practice forgiving themselves for their flaws and mistakes.

They’re re-sculpting my sanity
The artist is learning to take care of their own mental health.

Mindfulness, humility
Two important practices for the singer to develop are being present and humble.

And taking time to care for me
The singer must prioritize taking care of themselves.

I sing these messages to you
The singer communicates a message of self-love to others through their music.

But now I need to hear them too
Despite sharing the message with others, the artist needs to remember the message for themselves.