Silent dancing on a pilot mansion, welcome to a party scene
Ashy knees with a dry scalp cracking coconuts for body sheen
Baby oil for the gasoline came all the way here to hear us go
Sum of all fears hit the nearest door, baby mama smoking let me clear my throat
I put the flame to it Captain made me do it, at ease on that crazy fluid
Chatty Kathy spare the details for a Dem-God, not much on my mem card
Poor lighthouse got the ship loss, poor lighthouse got the ship loss
New subplot whole lotta pitfalls, wonder where it flip flopped
Wires got crisscrossed, master got ticked off
Master got hip tossed in a dutch oven
Now I’m slumming like a beach bum teased with the push of another big button
Cat man coming, cat man coming
Tell everybody that the cat man coming
Streets so irregular they read like novellas
Let the storytellers tell it if the storytellers tell it
We got so high, we touched the sky
Miss Mary Mack with Sally on the side
That’s what I tell myself -
So now you know
(Bout time that you had a good time)
(Bout time that you had a good time)
Now we got all the nerves out, crowd is loud like it’s presidential
Don’t be offended by the boy talk, just close your ears and give me less attention
Detroit dehydrated all eyes on me feeling violated
Mama outside in the car waiting, scary in the streets I need a ride to safety
In the Mazda racing with the paparazzi
Pictures upload instantaneous, miscellaneous text text text
Like I miss you baby
Cat woman coming, cat woman coming
Tell everybody that the cat woman coming
She gon turn it out and she gon blow it up
Soon as she show up don’t talk to me
Not a time better to get it all together
Batter batter, gotta bring it tough like leather
What a hell of a setup, hadn’t meant for the meta
But I never know what the pen will develop
See, it’s part of a dilemma that I doubt will ever let up
Part of a dissent that I really wish that I wasn’t privy to
Lot of little ones wondering how to get a leg up
Better listen to intuition and keep the other voices at a minimum
Sometimes, you gotta get a lot of words in
Sometimes are a little more urgent
I see them feet are running
Hey, them cat people are coming
Gotta feeling you gonna mess yourself if you don't check yourself
You got in here for pennies on the dollar
Let me see you smile, let me hear you holler
That smell when the water hit the metal
Boy you outta here
Bout time that you had a good time, bout time that you had a good time
Now do that Catmandance, that Catmandance
Use your claws not your hands
Bout time bout time bout time
Cats had a good time
Now stretch it out, stretch it out
Mixing space funk, jazz and warped soul, “Everything’s Fine” is a fluid masterpiece that’s very much of the moment. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 29, 2018