Story Behind The Song

Words written in a vicodin root-canal stupor while squatting in the L.A. rehearsal studio, smoking by the window looking down at the "Playpen" neon flashing GIRLS GIRLS GIRLS... then fastforward to Ensenada Mexico, cooped up in a hotel with a broken foot after digging my car out of the mudslides... i found the words and then the chords came out to play, then some beats made their way in and there you go... again a multi-faceted stupor of some sort so forgive the fact that i sound like a corpse. oh and yes the story about the ghost is true... 'honey don't go home, don't go home, even if you live this world alone, don't go home'... but alas she's cursing me now cuz i didn't listen.

Lyrics

the ants awoke to sucrose
as i stood there in the window
spilling rum and coke
and dropping lighted lucky smokes

there's a neon flashing playpen
and a stairway down to hell
by a pool of rusty pennies
that they call the wishing well

???.
And I?m living to the left of now
running cold and high up
in the clouds the nights go flying by
and wash away the yesterdays
wash away the yesterdays

until the sweetness fades

??
can't stay awake for jesus
i'm just riding on a visa
who am i to say that heaven's
not some nightclub in ibiza

with ventilated laughing gas
and wagers on your cardiac
arrest inside the breast of our
ecstatic mushroom crowds

?..
we?re dancing to the left of now
running cold and high up
in the sky the nights go flying by
and wash away the yesterdays
wash away the yesterdays

just yesterday,
?..
the face above the water
can't say if i really saw her
maybe the mother of my father
or the child i'll never know

she held me like a ghost
like someone who knows the ropes
saying honey don?t go home
don't go home

honey, don't go home
honey honey don?t go home
even if you live this world alone
don?t go home

honey, don't go home
honey honey don?t go home
even if you live this world alone
don?t go home

??
so I?m living to the left of now
running cold and high up
in the clouds the nights go flying by
and wash away the yesterdays

riding in the left of now
running cold and high up
in the sky the nights go flying by
and wash away the sweaty sighs
and wash away tomorrow?s crimes
wash away the memories
of family and better times
wash away the yesterdays
wash away the yesterdays
wash away the yesterdays
until the sweet life fades away
until the sweetness fades away
until the sweet light fades