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Buffalo Tom

Sodajerk

 

Sodajerk

(album: Big Red Letter Day - 1993)


Watch an eyeball
Take a free fall
At the mention of a name
In its socket
And like a rocket
Rises just the same

Could my eyelids
(Could my eye)
Cover what I did
The shuttin of the door
And could these ceilings
Contain my feelings
Me down on the floor

Jerked my fountain
Ice cream mountains
I suppose I'm just too late
Form a line here
Think I'll die here
These people nauseate me

But if my patience
Were a spaceship
High up in orbit
I would rise here
Hypnotized here
Risen from where I sit

A solid angle
My legs do dangle
Off the counter's edge
Soft words spoken
Promises broken
I Close my eyes instead

But could my eyelids
Cover what I did
The shutting of the door
Could these ceilings
Contain my feelings
Me down on the floor
Me down on the floor
Me down on the floor
Me down on the floor

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