Beefheart

(альбом: Ego Surfin' - 2018)

I woke up singing your verses again
My voice is pitchy but it pays the rent
Sometimes my head is cloudy and something ain't right
And I can't feel nothing so I sleep through the night

I'm dreaming a chorus, the hook is your name
I'm fishing for something or someone to blame
Sometimes I feel a pull or a push on my life
Wake up on ringing but I keep with this rhyme

I don't wanna be anyone else though I'm flawed
But I hope you can't tell I'm not sure
What patience would do for a man like me
The color bruise

I'm just damaged goods
Let you out of the woods
And into the light then
But I'd do it again
And if I could speak true
Beefheart, here's an ode to you

Nothing is honest or naked or true
And I'm searching for something I'm bound to lose
Nothing is perfect or bearing of fruit
And I'm just my own selfish depressive muse

But I don't wanna be anyone else though I'm flawed
But I hope you can't tell I'm not sure
What patience would do for a man like me
The color bruise

I'm just damaged goods
Let you out of the words
And into the light then
But I'd do it again
And if I could speak true
Beefheart, here is an ode to you