Song Description
Biff Blumfumgagnge: violin / Lou Caldarola: drum kit / Tone Deaf: spoken word / Bala Harper: percussion / Randal Harrison: violin / Chris Huntington: guitar / Beaker Parpovich: baritone guitar / Conrad St. Clair: bass, keyboards, percussion, programming / Mike Stehr: bass, keyboards, percussion, programming
| Song Length |
3:23 |
Genre |
Unique - Unclassified, Spoken Word - Experimental |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Subject |
Long |
Language |
English |
Lyrics
Needing a thing
to take out the sting,
keeping the hope that it may.
Swearing the latter,
not mad as a hatter,
but something to fill out the day.
Could be a tipple
to barrel from nipple,
or maybe just spark up a jay.
Stomp on some flowers
to kill a few hours,
willing the long minutes away.
Without you
there's nothing to do,
when will you get here to stay?
We'll go to the shops,
freak out the cops,
and see if they want to come play.
Run in tight places,
make piggy faces,
just to see what they say.
Dreaming of past,
proud that at last,
love is the cloud where we lay.
Love is the cloud where we lay.
Death is the spike where we may....