Shoe Suede Blues
(专辑: The Early Years: 2010-2011 Demos - 2018)
Fitzgerald and eyeliner makes a
vengeful promise "I walk the
train tracks", he says, "and leave town on Thomas" He's a
hybrid pedestrian, sent to brighten things With a
saltwater bucket and swimming diamond rings When the
automobile smith comes, he's got no horse sense He finds cursing himself a
cohesive defense Ogling, scheming, paring Jodhpurs people You must marry her, don't parry the
old stone steeple Charcoal weds fire in warm weather attire Unofficial symbols, thumbnails and thimbles Today is muting yesterday, there's nothing to learn From their mindless information with our privileges burned So roll over John Lennon, tell McCartney the
news I'm a
bad macaroni with the
shoe suede blues, alright Edison's Infirmary, concrete and cynic Cripples the
seventy-three candle Clinic But this week's lollipops are under the
bed So let's put some more Laurel's on that pretty little head I
see you got your civil scouts and your diving beaks As darling daisies bloom and far off Castro speaks This is not an equinox, it's a
time to wear short socks While the
red fox on detox orders a
seagull on the
rocks Old paint smock October is keen to take over And remind us that the
leaves are all deciduous clovers You know the
cops they dip their pens in our sad revenue ink And you can go play with the
pigs but man you might turn pink So roll over John Lennon, tell McCartney the
news I'm a
bad macaroni with the
shoe suede blues, alright Her pilot's TV is misbehaving while I'm shaving And the
golden lover's locket's learning self-engraving So I
went to see the
doctor and he cuddled with me And he out-balds any man in receding history He says, "Tonight, my boy we're hoarding with the
tusking twenty" And though it's funny that his nose is runny, he's got free dental He makes more money We got an obeyed thesis, and an isthmus opinion But the
casino queen she gambles in her own dominion It's a
shrill overture to stay in love with her She's got costumer shanks to break your piggy banks And she'll make your pockets purr Now the
king, he's always hanging around the
tabloid scene 'Cause he sabotaged the
yellow-green voting machine So roll over John Lennon, tell McCartney the
news I'm a
bad macaroni with the
shoe suede blues, alright This bozo's blunt interest in a
Museum warhead Got him a
ride in a
hearse and a
hell-bound flowerbed It's an alarming parade, when you're finally cold Is that musty unselfishness or smell of the
old? The
Faulkner of our floral dawn has just moved on But if time flies by in Rimbaud skies, what's taking so long? I'm at the
big, pillowed burial of Pulsing Picasso And I've given ear to crows and screaming Vincent Van Gogh As the
sun sets on the
summer and my gazebo mother I
watch her stare out at the
sea like all the
others She filling her bone marrow with aspirin arrows But she let me sing like Elvis when he looked a
pharaoh So roll over John Lennon, tell McCartney the
news I'm a
bad macaroni with the
shoe suede blues, alright