nice, interesting melody, good lyrics and beat

Nice, old school feel to it. Captivating!

I was under the surface 
I fell under the furnace 

I gave fire to the humans 
I was tortured, Prometheus 

I cut frame by frame yeah 
Cursed all of my feelings

I was a statue of proportion 
An accidental abortion 

Every day I’m drifting away 
From you, girl 
Every day I’m drifting away 
From you, girl 

I was pimped out, projected 
I was put out, protected 

I was caged in emotion 
I was trapped under the ocean 

Killed Neanderthals,
We’re humans. 

Watched them bury
their dead again 

I was scratched out, 
I was cut thin 

I swam into the ocean 
Saw the shark eat the sword fish 

Every day I’m turning away 
From you, girl 
Every day I’m turning away 
From you, girl 

Every day I’m running away
From you, girl 
Every day, I’m burning away
For you girl 

Everyday I’m turning on 
For you, girl 
Everyday I’m killing the sun
For you, girl

Statue of Proportion

Statue Of Proportion

The cabbage crossing 
The popcorn kernels 
Keep me awake at night
Feed me in bed alright. 
Might fetch me a loco crazed 
Bot on the sunny side! 
Might fetch me a rolling train 
In my brain , alright. 
Might fetch me an old bottle of whiskey
And live like my foredads did
Come on , uh-huh 

The wild mercury is poison to my furloughs
The time heavy stare which clings to my rearview!
The rivers run empty , I’m starting to feel contagious. 
My spirit spreads out like an Eagle stretch his wings to fly 🦅 
The mouse crawls on by!

Might fetch me a loco crazed 
Bot on the sunny side! 
Might fetch me a rolling train 
In my brain , alright. 
Might fetch me an old cold box of whiskey
And live like my foredads did I’m frisky 
I’m dizzy ! 
I’m dizzy!
I’m dessert
My eyes slice em
For dessert!
Come on , uh-huh 

Might catch me a train to the California hillside
Might fetch me a well worn path along the trail 
Might take me somewhere cool , somewhere so easy.

Whiskey in the Water

Whiskey In The Water

Under The Moonlight

Country Girl

Whiskey woman in the moonlight
By the fire you burn one down
I been waiting on a moment
To get so high up, touch the clouds

By the light of the campfire
Singing songs from the Seventies
Your hair hangs long, past your shoulders
Your eyes cut through the deep, blue sea

Whiskey woman in the moonlight
By the fire you burn one down
I been waiting on a moment
To get so high up, touch the clouds

We lie awake in Laurel Canyon
Taking hits of Makers Mark
You brought along some magic mushrooms
A chemical reaction bound to start

Whiskey woman in the moonlight
By the fire you burn one down
I been waiting on a moment
To get so high up, touch the clouds

I think I drank too much
I think I drank too much
I think I drank too much from you

I think I drank too much
I think I drank too much
I think I drank too much from you

Whiskey Woman

The silver river of my dreams
Trace along the endless streams
Through the valleys and the alleys in the cities far away

The faces that I see aren’t familiar to me
Even though I’ve known them all of my life

Well my dreams are a stream to my unconscious mind
When I fight to stay alive in the images unkind

Thats my dreamscape
In my dream state
The dream sweepstakes
I’m dreaming awake

In the attics of my head lives a man without a thread
He gets lost on his way to the Gulf of Mexico

In the rivers of my mind, dolphins swim with the divine
The silver river growing thicker with the heat of Western winds

That’s my dreamscape.
In my dream state.
The dream sweepstakes.
I’m dreaming awake.

Dreamscape

Ride me down
Like hornets sting
Ride me out
To Galilee

Sticks & stones
Wont wither my bones
Away , no more

Tie me to the gallows pole
Let the hangman
Do as he’s told

I could die
For the pain
I have brought

I could die
For the locusts
It has wrought

Caged
I’m a prisoner
Trapped in the oasis
Of your desert

Locust

Ménage à trois with your mom and your grandma, absurd!

Ménage à Trois

Crucifix

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