From the recording Like a Viking
Odds and Sods - An affectionate inventory of broken, useless, and meaningful objects that prove imperfection holds its own beauty.
Lyrics
I’ve got a shelf full of busted clocks
A box of keys that fit no locks
A lucky stone from God knows where
A velvet hat with electric hair
An old guitar with a missing string
A bell that used to loudly ring
A jacket torn in thunder squalls
A map that leads to shopping malls
Some folks toss what time defies
But I see worth where wonder lies
Odds and sods
Bits and bods
Bent fishing rods
Weird façade gods
Lost tripod squads
I love my odds and sods
A license plate from ‘92
A rubber duck that squeaks on cue
A Polaroid of someone’s feet
A spoon I stole from Baker Street
The world’s too neat, too new, too plain
Give me the things that still explain
Odds and sods
Cranks and clods
Half-done mods
Cats and cods
Misfit prods
I love my odds and sods
Oh, beauty hides in broken things
A dent can make the kettle sing
Life’s a patchwork, not a plan
Glue it back with your own hand
Odds and sods
Blessed by gods
From prairie pods
To backroom squads
Through all the nods
Long live the odds and sods
Perfect’s dull
Give me the oddballs and the sods