LPiA-25 Nov. 5

[Keith]

A blockheads lament


A chord on the bend
has got to be here
the voice in my head
can sound very clear
The pill on my tongue
makes me feel weird
the note up my nose
gets dust on my beard

I guess Ill run out of time
but ill give it a try
I lay it all on the line
as you keep watching me cry
Ill bring it back with the booze
like we got nothing to loose

So take me home in your car
and let me play my guitar
I hit the ground like a fool
I'm just so fuckin cool
sweat stains under arms
cheek bones without charm
just another bit lip
Tight trousers unzipped.

I guess Ill run out of time
but ill give it a try
I lay it all on the line
as you keep making me cry
Ill bring it back with the booze
like we got nothing to loose

A foot on the step
leaps out without fear
the wind on my face
gets suddenly clear
I hit the ground like a star
always take it too far
I play it back on the tune
but im still in the room

I guess Ill run out of time
but ill give it a try
I lay it all on the line
as you keep watching me cry
Ill bring it back with the booze
like we got nothing to loose