Time for another lo-fi laptop recording of one of the songs of my next album, which I’m looking to release in early 2012!
Red Carpet
You really rolled out the red carpet this time.
I rolled over in my grave, and I ain’t even dead.
You really reached for the stars, woah, this time.
I’m planted and looking for water in the soil to get my feet wet.
And I would have liked to walk on your pulp fiction throwback
To old-fashioned notions of navigating the puddles.
I would have liked to touch on the subject of touching the
Object of my affection, who come to think of it, happens to be —
You showed me the shape of a woman this time,
And I knew that it was not the bathroom I sought.
You showed me your hand, and I knew not to walk. You tortured my ears, and I knew it was chalk.
But what of the children who lay there asleep?
And I would have liked to walk on your pulp fiction throwback
To old-fashioned notions of navigating the puddles.
I would have liked to touch on the subject of touching the
Subject of my affection, who come to think of it, happens to be
You, you, you.
Free refills he says, free refills he says.
Children are you listening, what part of this did you think was free?
Free refills he says.
Children are you listening, what part of this did you think was free?
Free your, free your mind.
What part of this did you think was
Free? Oh yeah.
You really rolled out the red carpet this time.
And I rolled over in my grave, I rolled over in my grave and I, and I,
Ain’t even dead. Woah no. Oh no.
Woah.
