Common Vernacular: (Sweet Cake Fear)

"Totally messes up your head, if you know what I mean"
Standing there, in a crowd listening, face of that speaker
Half with joke, half with anger, twisting words without mercy
There comes a point of boring, but he kept chiselin' the air
Message drawn, daily anger fix, never quite finds solutions
And the wells grow dryer, inhumanity heir

Anger not in the manger, but learning, probable
Maybe the word hobnobable, applicable rant
Words, tonals', looks contrition, success, fruition
Slap in the face, soft velvet glove essence
Through trails of make believe

Travels of mind unfolds, yesterday did a faithful task
Preparing moments of mundane to shine with beauty
Eye refracting a bit differently, more wobble in spin
Truth has no division, pure as a snowflake elusive
Nails should be painted pretty, or building to grow up in
Something meaningful, something nice, starting with 'Hello'
We, Americans, not strangers, let's try happy and nice

Words, so elemental, for sparking up a conversation
If this leads to that, you can spark it up later
Private, behind closed doors, just holding hands, eh?
No red flags here, Flatt and Scruggs train songs
Melodies sweet and tender about tragedy on the rail
Writing about tragedy of car exhaust pipes,
Romance in people collectively, prefer a lively dance

Love a good old fiddle tune, handed down with reverence
Same as then, same as now
Let It Be, sing this anthem for children, anthem for peace
What was it? Peace, Love, and Understanding in closed books
Three word melody still needed, still smiling, 'Hello?'
Yes, somebody's out there, feeding layers of sweet cake fear
"How long, Marvin, has this been goin' on?"