Wake up,
Wanna bake up but I can't,
So I just put my pants on one leg at a time
I go to check my email,
Ended up getting one from,
Her, she couldn't fulfill everything I desire
I don't want this messy
Yolk up on my bread now,
Getting all of it soggy, complicated and awkward
So I go to my job where,
I don't get much accomplished,
All stuffed up and groggy with no money for the doctor
I'm a rambling idiot, nit-picky belligerent
Ick-sticky incinerator- y'see?
I drift from topics easily.
Needless seaming all this stream-of-conscious scenery
With eagerness to speak on allegiance between the weed and me
Daydreaming until, the clock it hits 5
Then I'm then I'm off on a 20-minute drive
Leading me back home, where I can get in that zone
Writing up a damn song, and my bad mood is gone
Sun shining as strong as raw garlic
Working on a gold medal farmers tan until I'm carsick
I for one am sick of these persnickety parsnips
That try to gain admission to my starship
But they done miss the target
Talkin' all that, talkin' all that garbage
Reekin' like a Bushwhackers armpit - hey,
Now I'm no Rick "The Model Martel" or Mr. Perfect,
But Spike Dudley's shouldn't be messin' with El Gigante's
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an amazing bridge between slightly discomfiting oddpop and that weird feeling you get going to a gas station in the early morning of a long road trip Cassie
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