Ten women Ten women between you and me Ten women Ten women, the nightmare, the fantasy Ten women, the thrill and the shame Ten women, I miss you the
Moses up on the mountainside, what a place to meet He brought his pad and his pencil, poured himself some gypsy tea And all the world's multiplicity,
I was born on Snake Hill and that's where I'll probably die 'Cause I don't like to kill but I've got poison in my bite Well, I feel safe to say That I
Potential, well you're a loaded line The veil between the world and the faceless bride There's nothing yet but a bunch of white Potential, well you're
You can wear your new white shoes in the muddy afternoon Walking past these day drunks too, they whistle with their hands But I could be your catcall
The barrio starts two streets over Miguel, he's a friend of mine With brick weed, built a reputation Like dry ice in the summertime Now all you need'
Baby got his feelings hurt singing that old standard You can't break a rule that ain't been made A starlight chasing ponytails and mushroom clouds and
I don't smoke in the morning, can't get no sleep That's the time for thinking what's gonna be I had a good thing going but it didn't stay Don't make no
I wanna sleep on the air mattress with you And let the air leak out, what won't I do? And as we sleep our bodies slowly meet I can feel it when your heart
Oh, oh, oh, brother totem pole I saw your legends lined up And I never felt more natural Apart, I just came apart Please, please, please, sister Socrates
Hair blowing in the hot wind, Time hanging from a clothespin There's no sorrow that the sun's not gonna heal I smell the leather of your new car Drive
Green world, love the chloroform. Front porch in the thunderstorm. Controlled chaos, confused energy. So stop reading the weather charts. Stop counting
The barrio starts two streets over Miguel, he?s a friend of mine With brick weed built a reputation Like dry ice in the summertime Now all you need is
All the peacock people left the plumes in a pile They look good to a fault And the Gulf water's warm like a bathtub Full of lavender and epsom salt See
A short delay, the pair of blues Little voices mimic you It's not so hard to make that sound So watch your back, the Ides of March Cut your hair like
If you take a step, I will make you sure that you take the next If you tell a lie, I'll just nod my head, yeah, I'll let it slide Cause you woke me up
Saw an eagle on a pole, I think it was an eagle. Watched its' shadow fly 'cross the cement. And I woke up in the snow, all the trees, and crowds,
All the peacock people left their plumes in a pile They looked good to a fault And the gulf water's warm like a bathtub Full of lavender and epsom salt
