Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

The twenty things that women like to hear
Your amazing my dear
Then the extract of some love like a needle and spoon
Only difference is it a few tunes later
Oh baby oh baby I love you

Yeah sure - and I just fell off the turnip truck
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So
If you are lonely baby
Text me
I’ll pretend to be a celebrity for you
Maybe even adore you
Some- might even bore you

But yell back at the night
Don’t give in to the fight

Just want dope
No more nothing
But oh yeah
Love and stuff
But I want dope I want to sleep

The dope of sleep
No dreams no fantasy
Just flatlined sleep
People with a mind
And hands on fire
Don’t sleep
We chase dragons and slay motherfuckers
In our underwear
Wake up feeling like a horse rolled over on you

Love puts a perfect balance
Holds the most light


But oh how did I get it
I was just a slut and a whore
And a good for no more nothing

I said kiss my ass baby
I came here to do some healing

Yeah I kind of didn’t listen to the full instructions
Had to search for clues and feel strange things

Yet a treasure hunt of an adolescent adventure
Still ties me to the railroad tracks
No matter
How
It’s cool

The lights
Microphone
The voice
I cannot
Move
I
Was the tough girl see
Nobody walked away from me

But lately
Oh I just cannot breathe
I look at you
I melt

Pure unadulterated dope
Opium on the beaches of Goa

No I do not want anyone but you
And if I cannot have you
I paint in the middle of the night
Play loud music
And write stuff I want to write about
Yeah
But you have found me out my secret
Varuska is a whore for not feeling anything
She would sell me into slavery at the first taste
She wears high heels made from leather man tool knives

He that bad man is dead
My eyes were black my soul fractured
I left to physical therapy in hawaii oh my you and me
Anahola
The beach
Yea

Then oh yeah the native got restless at the Sundance tree
Or six years
Yea
Then


I dunno
The bad man
I still have his gun in my back

People ask me
About that bad man
I cry
I love you my friend but only once will I tell this story
Then I bury it
It makes me sick
I just want to die
Or do dope
But they got to ask right

good capture

Got to ask why, that's why; some people need religion.

“Tiger got to hunt, bird got to fly; Man got to sit and wonder 'why, why, why?' Tiger got to sleep, bird got to land; Man got to tell himself he understand.

― Kurt Vonnegut, Cat's Cradle

Amen