I was riding on back from Andalusia,
where the river burns a black spot in my lungs.
Well, it hurts my head,
'cause you know I really want to see you;
but I don't know just where you're coming from.
Don't worry now; don't you be uncunning.
Don't forget someone looks down from above.
Well he's drenched in kerosene;
soon he'll be burning.
And we won't reap the path of anyone.
She's kind of god damn astral man;
moves a little closer to me.
She's been down,
but she sure as hell ain't been disdainful,
burning every bridge she could see.
Asked me 'Matt, what have you done?'
Told her I've done everything.
I've been to hell and back
down every one way path,
but i've never done PCP.
Now i'm riding past the valley of the giants.
Well, your boys all covered in sweat and in blood.
So drench me in gasoline, soon we'll be burning --
With the bad superstition bouncing 'round my skull.
She only buys contraband,
middle name is nicotine.
She's been down,
but she sure as hell ain't been disdainful,
drinking down canadian dreams.
Asked me 'Matt what have you done?'
Told her i've done everything.
I've been to hell and back down every one way path,
but i've never tried PCP.
No i've never tried PCP.
That's the one thing going for me.
Hearing this was like discovering Desire, or London Calling for the first time. Derivative yet original, the songs are immediate and the melodies will get stuck in your ear for days. tideracer