Latin Jazz with vocal wierdness from a Frenchman and a white rasta,go figure. This is like Michael Franks,except sullen and cryptic as whale talk for no good reason.Sometimes I just have to indulge in the FX,this one is..one of those.Poxfil and me.
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I just can't stop writing to Poxfil's music, it's actually driving me kind of cabin feverish.
Gotta go play live, or just eat somewhere other than in front of my monitors. help me, please. Seriously.
Lyrics
So I saw
Thin veils over sticky traps
I think too much
How about you
So I said
Bean curd please family style
Eating tootsies by the pound
Couldnt make her smile
Not a word not a sound
So I thought
If Im good thisll be gone
I think too much
How about you
So I read
Night brings nightmares Mrs. T
Can go deeper still
Hobbies needed said the sign
I know Ill wreck his life thought Jill
So I said
I saw the peace being broken apart
Life driven backseat bound
Graffiti boxer two cent bill
Never been and always will
So I bled
Sharp blades razors teeth
I think too much
How about you
So I felt
Awful joyful panicked and blessed
Truman under glass
Working harder working farther
While Mama shakes her ass
So I learned
Clearing hearing moving back
Stop when you hear me crack
Popeye spinach ten cent cigar
Young man driving a fancy car
So I paused
Mandibles closing tight
Skeeter in jello
Ladies and gents I just stopped in
To say hello
Out of here he said
As the curtain fell
And the the light did fade
Too Too much
How about you
