one is the funkyest number

swift is goal, swift is golden-
spliff is goal, rolled-up, strolled in.
perfect your- backyard party each year.
im like the first motherfucker to know whats wrong,
such a nasty MC god made me leave it alone,
'but im not conceited- by no means... i just know what im capable of'

i wanna go where its good not to go(what they forgot to know)
deep green where the plankton feeds(what they forgot to breathe)
i wanna try like the angels tried in some forgotten time.
you wont fuck and i wont kiss- what will there be to miss?


straps

mmm, if its shitey then its good!

when your swerve is in season the moths will all die.
ill stand at the edge of your garden and work on just breathing right.
good night, sleep tight- but leave the porch light on, babe-
in case it dont go right.
wether the larks presume to know me or know,
those which are lustful are the most poignant and bold.
avocado grows above- i eat the fruit and save the seed,
and i feel their essence striving- this is how i know you love me.

black night comes slowly- an accordians breath.
im building a house for a picture of my mother which ive not shown you yet.
im on the moon, its cold and its snowing,
her pants are so tight and the bullseye is glowing,
but then i smile, once again-
to myself in the evening when im with my friends.

i cant love but i have to try- hang my dreams on a lullabye.
one of us had to have the guts to try it,
you can take aim but i remain defiant.
some men are prone to misadventure,
theres quite a few things that im-a not gonna mention...
p.s. if its shitey then its good

the balance of greenery and blossoms is upset by your presence.
i dont- i dont want to...
i dont want to turn and feel the sudden silence of your scent.

scrambled eggs here- ive taken leave of my senses!
getting real curious about the horoscope of my dentist...
since i havent got one- teeth is all rotten!
but i know the difference between 2 and 2...
all the things to be done, you want me to do them to you.
but, 'however slow my marches be,
i will at last sit down by thee'


never die

in the fields where voices play,
we'll take some food and take all day.
there, late within the evening shrine,
where shadows pounce and crickets whine,
unlearn the only whispering when,
that makes our 'nows' all more like 'then'
ill graph the nestled, gentried crowd-
and just whisper silent songs out loud.

you and me will never die-
cherry soda, cherry pie.

dont force the fleeting truth ontold,
just trust the feeble drifting soul.
there, soft along the viny keep-
where crickets swarm and magpies leap.
why, listening holds its own blue curse-
yawns and makes our gladness worse.
until the every each thats stranded
just plows the fields where spaceships landed.

i just cant fight you no more.
god made me a sinner, he made me a whore.
theres alot of light in your life,
and im eager to see that you make it alright.

c'mon-
you and me will never die-
cherry soda, cherry pie.

sing it and leave it alone-
you and me will never die-
cherry soda cherry pie.


pride

lord, my soulful pride-
evening comes and i feel alright.
(repeat)


ladybug

ladybug, lightly you fall...
i cant get my mind around the truth of it all.
you got the nice wings, strike a chord in my brain-
i dont think im ever going to feel the same.

ladybug, lost as you are...
theres just not much difference between the near and the far.
my way- momma aint a thing.
let me just go your way underneath your wing.

ladybug, lighty you fall...
i cant get my mind around the truth of it all.
my way- momma aint a thing.
let me just go your way underneath your wing.


the recipe

oh, her and me-
its not about love, its just a recipe.
oh, what will be?
fifteen dollars for the recipe.

dad, whats gonna make us all happy?
granny, i still havent learned how to love,
and there isnt much time.
momma, im dependin upon you.

oh, you and me-
mmm, the recipe.

all of my worst dreams are of you and the original smile.
good lord- look at them freckles.
(cigarettes and devastating eyes)
oh, you gonna be mine- come heaven or hell.
baby, heres looking at you- fuck all the rest of them.

oh, her and me-
its not about love, its just a recipe.
oh, what will be?
fifteen dollars for the recipe.


3rd variable

yeah, well it would be nice not to try,
if i could let it go- and let it all go by.
girl, when youre comin though the door-
i want you to take it off-
ill give you till the count of four.
all of the tricks and all the lies-
if i could be myself, and let it all go by.
oh, one two, three, four!

yeah!
oh, under the light above the door-
i hear you whisper close, 'boy, i want you more'
yeah! up the stairs and down the hall,
you stop and tell me 'please', with your voice so small.
you know i got to try- i got plans to win it all,
then let it all go by.
cmon!


housewrecker

its been raining for days...
you arrive on mediterranean waves.
you make the enchanted landscape grieve
for the unresolved beauty only you can achieve

i dont how to make it end-
the wrongs endured by every tribe of men
(and women, so golden there-
with their pretty brown shoes and their pretty brown hair)

one things certain- you cant rock solo.
and you might even trade it all for one more time through the looking glass.
she say, 'dont stay' but you wont go.
you'd like to erase it all, but the verdicts in- man, the girls got class.

its my style, and its my soul
that make you hate me when you cant go
and you get me wrong, but ill admit it again:
im worse than you, im worse than him.

not sure if itll be alright-
how they all feel tonight.
cant promise if itll be alright-
how they all feel tonight.


cherokee rose

twice back from the edge of the world-
its cause i miss you girl.
twice back from the edge of the world,
feeling frisky.

just once i wanna ride out into your orchard.
just once i wanna see you at sunset in the cotton field.
and if the weathers fine and i got new shoes,
ill wanna run down and get next to you.
if theres a savage rythmn beathing from the edge of the plain,
girl we can stay late and catch the evening train.

they say, 'objects of wrath we are before we accept the lord'
i dont believe them, oh- but for the turbulent rose.
one of these days ill have to throw myself away-
lord knows this life wont hold me.
but one thing, sugar- if i go into the chaos and through,
i wont be dreamin about nothin except you.

twice back from the edge of the world-
its cause i miss you girl.
twice back from the edge of the world,
feeling frisky.

just once i wanna ride out into your orchard.
just once i wanna see you at sunset in the cotton field.
and if the weathers fine and i got new shoes,
ill wanna run down and get next to you.
if theres a savage rythmn beathing from the edge of the plain,
girl we can stay late and catch the evening train.

they say, 'objects of wrath we are before we accept the lord'
i dont believe them, oh- but for the turbulent rose.
one of these days ill have to throw myself away-
lord knows this life wont hold me.
but one thing, sugar- if i go into the chaos and through,
i wont be dreamin about nothin except you.