Daktari Stool from FIN by Pox

Chance of a lifetime comes once too often
If you’re lucky what you wish for will never come
Unexpected, you resurrect the endless game

If I’m made of paper
would you tear me into tiny pieces?
If I’m made of silver
would you beat to the shape you choose?

Daktari stool
(black and white in zebra stripe)
is that what we’ve come to?
(bamboo legs and lacquered pins)
It’s a beauty
(never find another like it!)
but useless as the setting sun
Look at you
Is there anything left to steal?

If I’m made of fire
would you dowse me with your Holy water?
If I’m made of copper
would you bend me into tiny rings?

Content to confinement, confined to resentment
Understanding — it’s exactly where you want to be
End of story — the second feature’s just begun

If I’m made of iron
would you rust me with your salty tears?
If I’m made of steel
would you cut me with acetylene?
(ah, very clean!)

• Alternative
• art rock
• cheer-accident
• experimental
• mini-moog
• prog
• techno-thrash
• Hoffman Estates