2002-02-12 | STEREOPATHETIC SOUL MANURE

this is a really old tune. i wrote it a long time ago, but it says on this paper that i'm looking at, that i re-wrote it on march 17th 1998 at 1:16 in the afternoon. it looks kind of cheesy on paper, but when i was writing it I had an acoustic-type Beck song in my head.

"THE SAME CRIME"

i wanna start the inning, but i'm tired of false beginnings on the way down

soon i'll start the pumping, and i'll surely become something all the way home

i want a fresh production, but i'm bad with introductions on the wave line

i'm sick of bein' sorry, if they want to they can bar me on the safe time

i wanna read the book, but the neighbors all up-shook, on the way home

i wanna see the kitchen, but my baby keeps on bitchin' all the way home

you can't look in my eyes

if you do you'll get a vicious surprise

you'll simply realize that i'm wise

on the way home........all the way roam

i wanna look for mountains, but i'm sippin' from the fountains of the wave pool

i'm searchin' for some sorrow, i'll procrastinate tomorrow, and i'll wait for you

the avenues are steep, and the valium helps me sleep thru the day time

i'm tired of simple murder, if the qualudes didn't hurt her, it's the same crime

stupid people piss me off-ten others try to kiss me on the way home

criticism's senseless, when the critic's your apprentice on the way home

you can't listen to love

if you do you'll hear a shot from above

my only fragrance fits like a glove

on the way home

all the way roam

- premature ejaculation | tantra +