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The Bee's Knees
that may be all i need...
sunday morning, rain is falling
steal some cover, share some skin (i like that)
clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable...
Say. Her. Name.
The Bee's Knees
hear what i say, we are the business today; fuck shit is finished today.
now i give a fuck about none of this shit
jewel runner over and out of this bitch... WOOOO!
Say. Her. Name.
The Bee's Knees
voodoo, ashubani, gangsta lean where i'm from...
it's hip, what's hip? when hip is just the norm
the planets pledge allegiance to the funk in all its forms
the kinks, the dance, the prints in all the shirts
my grandmother told mother it's africa at work...
Say. Her. Name.
I had a serious crush on Sand Denny when I was a lad.
The wine it was drunk, the ship it was sunk,
The shot it was dead, all the sorrows were drowned.
The birds they were clouds, the brides and the shrouds
And as we drew south the mist it came down.
The wooded ravine to the wandering stream,
The serpent he moved, but no-one would say.
The depths of the waters, the bridge which distraught us
And brought to me thoughts of the ill-fated day.
The temples were filled with the strangest of creatures
One played it by ear on the banks of the sea.
That one was found but the others they went under.
Oh the tears which are shed, they won't come from me.
The methods of madness, the pathos and the sadness,
God help you all, the insane and wise.
The black and the white, the darkness of the night,
I see only smoke from the chimneys arise.
The pilot he flew all across the sky and woke me.
He flew solo on the mercury sea.
The dream it came back, all about the tall brown people,
The sacred young herd on the phosphorus sand.
The wine it was drunk, the ship it was sunk,
The shot it was dead, all the sorrows were drowned.
The birds they were clouds, the brides and the shrouds
And as we drew south the mist it came down.
The wooded ravine to the wandering stream,
The serpent he moved, but no-one would say.
The depths of the waters, the bridge which distraught us
And brought to me thoughts of the ill-fated day.
The temples were filled with the strangest of creatures
One played it by ear on the banks of the sea.
That one was found but the others they went under.
Oh the tears which are shed, they won't come from me.
The methods of madness, the pathos and the sadness,
God help you all, the insane and wise.
The black and the white, the darkness of the night,
I see only smoke from the chimneys arise.
The pilot he flew all across the sky and woke me.
He flew solo on the mercury sea.
The dream it came back, all about the tall brown people,
The sacred young herd on the phosphorus sand.
The Bee's Knees
everything's gonna be alright...
good friends we had
oh, good friends we've lost along the way
in this great future you can't forget your past
so dry your tears i say; to my peeps who passed away...
Say. Her. Name.
The Bee's Knees
maybe this year will be better than the last...
and it's one more day up in the canyon
and it's one more night in hollywood
it's been so long since i've seen the ocean, i guess i should...
Say. Her. Name.
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