Nevergreen Wife Services (The Song)

A new track from an album in progress, that is entitled, Nevergreen Wife Services.

The Golden Years

Don't Murder Me

Enter The Holy Fool

The Girlfriend

Something to tap your toes and kiss your pretty lover to.

Help Me Rhonda

Darling,
I can't get enough of your love
I'm starving,
While the tricksters butter you up
I'm starving, baby
I'm pining for your undivided sensual contact
Darlene,
Don't misread the urge, I know that you aren't an object
So don't be funny,
Darlene

Darlene,
I've been hanging on emotives
It stones me
that my wants are still coded
It stones me, baby
I was lost in my love, as I covet thy neighbor
Don't be a stranger, just be above me
Darlene

Dreamboat Nausea

Darlene

Hand of Bones
To build your own
Girlfriend, she won't
follow the protocol
Until it is too late, too far
it exist as one
But you do it, because you are in love

Love Dove, Love Dove

You heard it all before
The Pagans drew the halo on the minister
And the angel wrote the metaphor

A pale white horse
A sword between the teeth
With chords 
preceded by the horns of debt
For those who don't believe in love
I know
We are protected by our union
Keep us one

Love Dove, Love Dove

Love Dove

The Black hand's strong and connected
by the way of your heavy arm
Your heavy arm
I'll sing it again
The Black hand's strong and connected
by the way of your heavy arm
Your heavy arm

I never asked the black hand
to play the strings of the dark violin
The dark violin
I'll sing it again
I never asked the black hand
to play the strings of the dark violin
The dark violin

It's got its grips on your dull mind
It's got its grips on your dull mind
It's got its grips on your small mind

Rest well, Karen Carpenter
The Black Hand stalked her
The Black Hand caught her
Youthful black tide 
behind voice of sunshine
A pretty, wide smile 
for the AM dark dial.
Wholesome fingers were
down her white throat
Her melodies sung into the
blackest microphone
You never heed the sign
Nothing between the lines
The Black Hand lies
The Black Hand two times

The Black Hand

With Eve Maret

I need a willing Psychic Driver
To understand my mind
To rearrange the meaning of the hard time
And all the good vibes

Gave, grave
When you're dead, you're in place

Don't wipe your eye, Psychic Driver
You're sad when you smile
Nice time in your cries, little liars
Your judgement's on time and on file

Psychic Driving

Bizarre Ideations is a recording project by Luke Bolton

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