Assscending into this moment of bliss. With your eyes wide open. Too many things just sit. And I'll take some. and I'll make some. And I'll break some.
You're on the highway and Road Runner goes beep-beep. Just step aside or you might end up in a heap. Road Runner, Road Runner runs on the road all day.
Jason Finn said: "Purple Haze" was Bruce Fairweather's Love Battery demos of. 1988-1989.. . (Hendirx/Redding/Mitchell). Dave: Ready?. Chris: Yeah man.
Phenomenal.....Phenomenal. Phenomenal.....Phenomenal. . I'm thinking out here wondering about this. I'm seeing seven or maybe six. I'm running out of all my gas.
Little puffy cloud with a tongue. Floatin' over a cheese puff rug a lug. If I had a choice between those two you know. I'd obviously choose the one with the puffy little shoes.
(Ow! - check sound -- ahaha-haha! - one, two, three, four). My little lumberjack. You know I want you back [decisions, decisions...]. In fact I never want you to lea-eee-ee-ve.
Wanna push it, wanna rip it, wanna kill it. . Girls, girls, girls, girls are so polite. They don't crush everything that they see. You can take 'em to a funky, funky forest.
Movin' to the country,. Gonna eat a lot of peaches. Movin' to the country,. Gonna eat me a lot of peaches. Movin' to the country,. Gonna eat a lot of peaches.
As I walk down the highway all I do is sing this song,. And a train that's passin' my way helps the rhythm move along.. There is no doubt about the words are clear,.
Happy with no teeth. Happy here in hibernation. Slurpin' on a peach. Starin' at the situation. Kitty on my foot. Meowin' out a conversation. Rockin' back and forth.
You don't need nothing. Don't need nothing. Don't need nothing from me. You shoot out evil rays. . You say you don't love. Don't love, don't love me no more.
Dave: (Clears Throat) Excuse Me. Can I tell you a story?. Chris: Yeah, lay it on us man. Dave: Okay, it goes like this. . Time will forward into insanity.
We're not gonna make it. Oh, no!. We're not gonna make it. . cause there's a million better bands. With a million better songs. Singers who can drum. Singers who can sing.
New York Groove. New York Groove. I'm just talkin' about Shaft. Shut yo mouth!. . Many years since I was here. On the street I was passing my time away.
I about to have a nervous breakdown. My head really hurts. If I don't find a way out of here. I'm gonna go berserk, 'cause. I'm crazy and I'm hurt. Head on my shoulders.
I can't explain glacial motion. Or why Los Angeles don't drop into the ocean. I can't unfold the layers of mystery. Or piece together the tragedy of history, cause.
In the hazy light I see. Lonely crow, dark green dream. I got no paddle and I got no shoes. I'm solo in a rawhide canoe. . Hundreds of them little bug eyes.
Hey you know what I just wanted to let you people know. Out there in the world. That right now somewere in the world. At this moment probably listening to this on Christmas day, you know.
In the hazy light I see. Lonely croak, dark green dreams. I got no paddle and I got no shoes. I'm solo in a raw hide canoe. Hundreds of thoes little bug eyes.
Whoa, alright, hey. . A tiny turtle in a can, I dig a living room in the sand. Poke a toe through a hole in the floor, floor. And ramble on some more, ramble on.