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O your time is never chosen 

You're the final touch 

Fire towards the exit 

Cause you know it can be too much 

And then I’ll 

 

Find you 

Only you 

Cause the chapter finds the clues with you 

Only you 

 

Ever since I stopped taking track of time 

I found another thing to love 

There’ll always be a ringing in our ears cause 

I found that you’re the only 1 

And then I’ll 

 

Find you 

Only you 

Cause the chapter finds the clues with you 

Only you 

 

O the senses I’ve ordered 

Never got to you 

The makeshift roller 

And the time controller 

The things I’ll stop and get to 

And then I’ll 

 

Find you 

Only you 

Cause the chapter finds the clues with you 

Only you 

 

Only 1's 

Only 1's to you 

 

And then I’ll 

Find you 

Only you 

Cause the chapter finds the clues with you 

Only you 

Find you 

Only you 

Cause the chapter finds the clues with you 

We both rattle 

We can show it 

I’d like to know 

Where you’re going 

Going 

 

Look close 

Don’t let loose 

Billy is the goat 

Billy is the goat 

 

Let loose 

Don’t look close 

Billy is the goat 

Billy is the goat 

 

Heart of someone 

Sometimes pleases 

Saw off the tree 

Watch her honey 

Honey 

Stoogemen 

Liberal stooge 

Making decisions 

Hometown incision 

 

Lobbying stooge 

Stooges of the left 

Right chopped fox 

Candidate's cock 

 

Candidate's cock 

 

Stoogehead 

A liberal stooge 

Making decisions 

Hometown incision 

 

Can’t recall blues 

‘67 

These generations can 

Shake my right hand Stan 

C’mon kitty 

I gotta lick to play 

I’m dropping oversea 

And I would watch it to 

Come through 

You too 

 

And St. Juan’s down south 

I would watch and feel him too 

Come through 

You too 

Cause I’m dropping oversea 

And I would watch him too 

Come through 

You too 

And St. Juan’s down south 

I would watch and feel him too 

Come through 

You too 

 

And I’m a strap it up 

Tighten up your ruse 

Come through 

You too 

 

You drop the sea 

 

Watching 

Feeling cool 

Come through 

You too 

 

Drop the sea 

I was up in the lead 

I was up in the lead 

 

I was up in the lead 

I was all that I need 

I was up in the lead 

Begins with a blessing 

And it ends with a curse 

Making life easy 

By making it worse 

 

My mask is my master 

The trumpeter weeps 

But his voice is so weak 

As he speaks from his sleep 

 

Why, why, why 

Why are we sleeping? 

 

People are watching 

People who stare 

Waiting for something 

That's already there 

 

Tomorrow I'll find it 

The trumpeter screams 

And remembers he's hungry 

And drowns in his dreams 

 

Saying why, why, why 

Why are we sleeping? 

Why, why, why 
Why are we sleeping? 

 

My head is a nightclub 

With glasses and wine 

The customers dancing 

We’re just making time 

 

My head is a nightclub 

With glasses and wine 

The customers dancing 

We’re just making time 

 

We're just making time 

(Written by The Soft Machine)

I got them blues 

Lord, lord, lord I got them blues 

Well the blues go hard today 

But tomorrow find a way to get you home 

 

Aye c'mon baby got them blues 

Lord, lord, lord I got them blues 

Well my baby left my morning 

Then I know I got them 

Toledo, Ohio blues 

 

And the girl ain't coming back 

Bet you know it's gonna last 

With those blues 

 

O lord 

My lord 

 

If you hearing what I say 

I just want it today 

All those blues 

Them blues 

 

Them blues 

I lay down 

On the blonde hair 

I lay down 

On the blonde hair 

 

I lay down 

On my blonde hair 

I lay down 

On my blonde hair 

Lay down 

Blonde hair 

Lay down 

Blonde hair 

Lay down 

On my blonde hair 

Blonde hair 

I lay down 

On my blonde hair 

Lay 

 

I lay down 

On the sicks 

 

Lay down 

On my blonde hair 

I lay down 

On the blonde hair 

I lay down 

On my blonde hair 

Lay down 

Blonde hair 

Blonde hair 

I lay down 

On my blonde hair 

I was born in this hotel 

Washing dishes in the sink 

Magazines and free soda 

Trying hard not to think 

 

Lay it on to the dawn 

Everything we done is wrong 

I'll be lonesome when I'm gone 

Lay it on to the dawn 

 

She can talk to squirrels 

Coming back from the convalescent home 

Staring at sports cars 

Crying 

 

Rattlesnake on the ceiling 

Gunpowder on my sleeve 

I will live here forever 

With the ocean and the bees 

 

Lay it on to the dawn 

Everything we done is wrong 

I'll be lonesome when I'm gone 

Lay it on to the dawn 

 

Lay it on to the dawn 

(Written by Beck)

The small ones drink the mug 

Guaranteeing 

The light beyond for those who made 

The cycle of your poetry 

Poetry 

 

If anybody out there asks who I am 

I'll ask for those who need a hand 

Ode to Bonnie 

Ode to Bonnie 

 

Ode to Bonnie 

 

She's out there 

All boiling 

With frame work 

No phone work 

 

Intentions 

Rejections 

Awake 

Guaranteeing 

 

With hard work 

And less fuss 

Our new home is 

Next month 

 

If anybody out there asks who I am 

I'll ask for those who need a hand 

If anybody out there asks who I am 

I'll ask for those who need a hand 

Fireman’s taken 

Under this girl’s cider 

Let’s take a bath, boy 

 

Right is wrong is right 

What is wife looking for now? 

Why’d you spill the milk? 

 

Having pockets 

Pockets corrode deep in you 

Can’t keep on working 

It’s still a phantom 

 

Until Christmas Eve 

A mutation 

The ties were friendly 

How could it be? 

 

Having pockets 

Pockets corrode deep in you 

Can’t keep on working 

It’s still a phantom 

 

Until Christmas Eve 

A mutation 

 

They wish I was disrespected 

They wish I was disrespected 

They wish I was disrespecting them 

I’ve got something that’ll bring me down 

I want rotting with this brain I found 

I’m out there thinking my brains been huffed 

And that is all I need 

 

Will I experience kettle love? 

When the kettle sun falls on down 

 

Oh that’s how all of the kings are made 

I wish one of these things would say 

The wind is lost 

Those that have wronged home 

Anyone can call it home 

 

So to those that wronged their home 

Cut my story here 

It’s a child’s way to sooth 

There may be good times 

Is there time? 

 

Wronged their home 

Wronged their home 

Wronged their home 

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