Yeah hoodoo voodoo lady cast up your voodoo vision. Let me know where did my baby go where did my lovin' baby go. Hoodoo voodoo lady shake your black cat tooth and your mojo bone.
In defense of Reality 7". by Shelter. (c) 1991. "In Defence of reality". Security. Well, how secure are we?. Making our plans in a castle of sand as our dreams get.
One with the sun. You and me. One with the sun. Living is free. I got you now. Won't let you go. Tomorrow's a memory. We'll never know. One with the sun.
Well on a Monday I'll be slingin' hash Tuesday I'll be collectin' trash. And on a Wednesday I might be tendin' bar. Thursday I'll be the guy who parks your car.
Here I am, a different man. filled with distractions.. Became the world that moves right outside my door.. Make a plan if I can or live with the hand..
Before you go and walk out on me. Take a look around and tell me what you see. 'Cause here I stand like an open book. Is there something here you might have overlooked.
God rest you merry, gentlefolk, let nothing you dismay. Loads of impoverished pensioners have died for you this day. Those poor blighters froze to death, "Heat or eat," they did say.
Yeah they call me Grizzly Bear got long black grizzly hair. Walk down the street and everybody stop and stare. Ohohoh well I'm wild and wooly and free.
I was concerned and I knew I stood firm. So much that I learned, you were green. Needed self esteem but I was too firm. Then ego crept right up on me.
Goodnight, little houseplant, asleep on the sill. I'll pull the shades so you don't catch a chill. And tomorrow in the morning don't be breaskfast for two.
(*S. Lynne). Are you here, are you gone*. Was I dreaming, after all. Now tell me, is it too early for drinking?. Was I thinking, was I lying. Was I just here, sitting crying.
Ego been my hurdle, I ca see.. I put the microscope on me.. And focus I, I would never win.. Thought pride was good, it makes us small.. Like tiny mice against the wall..
O holy night, the stars are brightly shining. It is the night of the dear Savior's birth. Long lay the world in sin and error pining. Till He appeared and the soul felt its worth.
Just he uses love for sex. And sure she uses sex for love. And they're both hoping for the best. I also have that dream you're thinking of. . If we place a blindfold on our eyes.
Mother, you had me. But I never had you. I wanted you. You didn't want me. . So I, I just got to tell you. Goodbye. Goodbye. . Mama, don't go. Daddy, come home.
As I walk down to Bishop Street I met a girl who smiled so sweet. Now she was young and pretty too. And on a string she walked with a thing called the Floobie Doobie Doo.
Let me tell you a story that will make your stomach turn. Lacked in laboratories so the public never learns. Vivisection crimes shamefully confined. It's science and it's progress is the standard party line.
(Okay now years ago I wrote a song called A Boy Named Sue and that was okay. And everything except then I started to think about it and I thought. It is unfair I am looking at the whole thing from the poor kid's point of view.
Left many friends behind. I think they went and thought I lost my mind. But for years I felt confined. With all the small thinking of our time. . And I'm convinced nobody would ever have a clue.
In my world, where I'm the king. I can't tolerate anything. And because of this I'm suffering. All along, along, along, along. . In my universe, I can't be wrong.