back to the basics

Pain is searing, people cheering, signs appearing in the sky

Life is fleeting, skip the meeting, cheerful greetings, then you die

Sun is scorchin', where’s my fortune, my abortion is my smile

Cancer spread’n to my head and like I said I’m in denial

You’re ambitious, so delicious, yet so vicious, worker bee

You keep striving, keep on driving, keep deriving energy

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You keep going, never knowing, if they’re showing you the truth

Keep on seeking, merely peeking, feces-reeking super sleuth

Speaking Spanish, then you vanish, I’m so famished, need a drink

I keep stalling, cause I’m bawling; free-for-all and something stinks

I must find you and remind you please rewind, you simple sloth

You keep slurping, loudly burping, gleeful chirping, drink the broth

Spirit prison, fearful visions, your religion keeps you calm

Lightly wallow, I might follow, like Apollo, through  the palms

You are rotting, always trotting, sometime squatting on the fence

Can’t be good, I know I should, perhaps I could, just for my rents

[chorus]

back to basics, tracing spaceships, human faces, in the sand

this idea, sets me free, cut down the tree with my own hand

nitric psychos, psychic dike knows, cyclic trike goes much too fast

motorcycle, prototype you’ll, earn your stripes or end up passed

fast-paced music is my muse it keeps my shoes in constant step

now I’m shaking, elbows quaking, temples making, headache threats

stomach grumbling, bowels rumbling, contents tumbling to the bowl

we must conquer, must reign longer, we’ll go bonkers, that’s our goal

[chorus]

revolution, evolution, our solution’s to advance

new sensations, revelations, TV station’s, we’re entranced

this invention causes tension, never mention common sense

my appointment, disappointment, need some ointment, much too tense

slightly sleepy, napping deeply, in my creepy, coma land

strange illusions, mass confusions, these delusions never bland

I keep writing, quill igniting, bugs are biting, face is numb

AM bandwidth, there’s a bandage, eat a sandwich, swallow crumbs

[chorus]

(C) 2003 Jordan Baugher