1. |
Please Don't Snooze
02:52
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Damn I wish I could make you a bed for your back
To lie in
Or die in
Or get you in the sack
Please don't be sleepin'
I wanna see your eyes
I wanna take off your dress, and give you a disguise
Please Don't Snooze, baby Please Don't Snooze
Sacrificed my cat to Jesus for your moments that I lose
Please Don't Snooze, baby Please Don't Snooze
'Cause when the day breaks you might find scorpions in your shoes
Oh they'd welt and they'd sting your pretty brown feet
And tell you what diseases you can get from what you eat
They'd crawl in your navel
And poison your spine
Your eyes'd roll back
And you'd forget your all mine
Please don't be Snoozin'
Not on my watch
Please don't be passed out
Drunk off my scotch
Please don't meet with no Huxley in a dream
'Cause it may be your subconscious
But it's still a date to me
So Nelson Mandela, lend me your ears
And oh Pontius Pilot, rent me some spears
I done bled through all my pores
To score the woman I got
Yeah I been up all night on my banjo
Writing tunes about how I love her a lot
Please Don't Snooze, mama Please Don't Snooze
I'm rotting away in Denmark of boredom and booze
Please Don't Snooze, baby, Please Don't Snooze
Cause for you a little slumber's a fucking lot for me to lose
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2. |
Death Bat Flies
05:50
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You painted my window
So I could see your skull
Sleek like the dayglo pulses of my mensch-stration
And the Über-chill flow of my friends
Reading your smoke signals
'Cause Mary's passin' my way
Want to give you that shotgun again
Sittin' on info
That'll never reach the public
Lest my darker visions force some extraction
From the constant conjugation
Of my people profiles changin'
Based on meditations on L S D
And they just get more beautiful
Yeah they just get more beautiful
It's such a soft glow when the streetlamps sigh
Like when a death bat cuts
Across the quivering purple sky
And it's so fine the way their merits shine
Atop an ocean of wine
That fights the rising tide of oil
We threaded the table legs with our limbs
Crass like the slow inspection
Of my sweet Love
With particular function to match
Seating in slow rhythm
'Cause the scent trails are embedded
Let's hop over the fence
Into the black
Breathing in slow notes
That read colors of fixation
'Cause the camp of good sensation's a lost cause
In this romance crushing city
But the prospects are so pretty
'Least there's pleasure in the honest mistakes
So I'll just spin and spin and fly
I'll spin and lose or win and die
We had a good thing
But the constant sweep
Of evil protocols
Have taken everything to keep
And family who I meet in dreams
Give out the silver touch
To all the artists feeling weak
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3. |
All Keys
03:20
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My mother used to say
I'm really real this way, but I want you to know that it's not ok
Oh yeah I want you to know
That it's not ok
I go out every night
And when I see my sights
It's just a scuzzy fadeout
I wanna Love away
You're just a scuzzy fadeout
I wanna Love away
I got so many friends
And they all do it too
But man it ain't the fifties
Oh no it ain't the fifties
My soul is real to me
I'm who I wanna be
You oughta get to know me
Oh baby, get to know me
Everybody
Holds all the keys
Everybody
Holds all the keys
My brother is the best
One night he hit my chest
And said, You fucked me heart up
I didn't even know
Hey man you fucked my heart up
I didn't even know
So on a somber day
You know I always say
Let's go and light our brains up
We gotta lot to learn
So let's go light our brains up
Because I wanna learn
Everybody
Holds all the keys
Everybody
Holds all the keys
It ain't the fifties
Hey get to know me
Baby, I want you to Love me
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C'mon baby do drugs with me, please
C'mon baby do drugs with me, I'm on my knees
The brightest light on the switchboard
And you oughta disconnect
We could be so good
But you need a womb-time recollect
And it's this
C'mon baby do drugs with me
Oh do you even know how they feel?
C'mon baby do drugs with me
You'll be your old square self in the morning
The girls I meet are so boring
There ain't none that want a good time
Or sweet rhyme to lean on when they're numb
They're all caught up in their worries
I need a popped lid
All id
Sweet kid
To lay with in the sun
You smell like weed on the subway
Cutie-pie foxtrot yankee bravo
High school yearbook: Most likely to succeed
You smell like weed on the subway
And I wanna be your man!
C'mon baby do drugs with me
Or would you rather sleep alone?
C'mon baby do drugs with me
Because I need to take you home
Right Now
(crying)
C'mon baby do drugs with me
'Cause I'm a whiskey shot
Mop top
Brain rot
Professor of the sky
C'mon baby do drugs with me
And we'll just take off all our clothes
And lay together
Until we die
And we'll be high
We'll get by
C'mon baby do drugs with me, please
C'mon baby
Do drugs
With me
I'm on my knees
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5. |
Mister Storyteller
03:16
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Hey Mister Storyteller won't you tell it to me…
Anything, anything just please let me be…
Something crass not too brash or a little boring..
(I think i saw it move around this morning)
Got it right, its the night before recalling…
Yet, you were on mind…
were on my mind…
were on my mind…
Hey hey! Hey hey! Hey hey…
Hey Mister Storyteller won't you sell it to me…
I gotta send it but I couldn't even start to receive…
Tried and true, black and blue, unpredictable too...
(Invoked the feeling but all I ever got was you)
With friends like that, what the fuck else is a boy to do?
Yet, you were on mind…
were on my mind…
were on my mind…
Yeah, you were on mind…
were on my mind…
were on my mind…
Hey hey! Hey hey! Hey hey…
Hey Pioneer on a frontier of dreams…
They always wreck the top deck from the inside seams…
I made it out, there's no doubt or alarming…
(I think i saw it crawl out this morning)
Got it right, its the night before reforming...
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6. |
West Maybe
04:51
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Wake up with a prayer
That she'll find completion
And deliver that hair
It started in the books
That teach that how things feel
Is tied to how things look
Well there's nothing new, baby
Inside that old enclave
You better scratch it out the right direction
Goin'
West, maybe
West, maybe
Wanna go
West, maybe
West, maybe
Carry me
West, maybe
West, baby
We're goin'
West, maybe
West, maybe
Oh take me
So sick of my job
Feel like the atlas to the psyches in the Brooklyn bars
I was wearing my bluejeans
When I saw her on the street
I hoped that I look dark enough for her
At birth we're all the same
How come you turned on so different?
Parents favored in their own tired way?
It wasn't
West, baby
West, baby
Wanna go
West, maybe
West, maybe
Goin'
West, maybe
West, maybe
Gotta Go
West, maybe
West, maybe
I can't feel my feet
I live this melody of Love
and feel it's harmony on every street
Well, I'm smokin' Blue Dream
And it's a catalyst sativa
Give me blacks and whites
and notes to sing
A howl into my echo
And when I can't get off the floor
I think you know which way
I wanna go
We're goin'
West, maybe
West, maybe
Wanna go
West, maybe
West, maybe
Goin'
West, maybe
West, maybe
Goin'
West, maybe
West, maybe
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