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cannonball statman - year of the almond plum lyrics

in a gated wealthy west coast labyrinth
i went for a walk with an old friend of mine
the world was strange
the sun set
i was ten years old
my face in dirt

the trees were different
i danced
birth into death-pregnant architecture
and a bizarre withering old fellow
and his chihuahua screamed in my direction
“my name is rupert murdoch
get off my lawn”

i said
“hey man
i mean
rotting oozing castrated fecal matter
i’ll give 22 years to you
bash my skull into the wall for you
shoot myself out of a cannon for you
write a thousand songs for you
i’m gonna give it all to you
come a little bit closer
let’s get together
now you’re gonna give it all to me”

ripped blue jean on the burlington scene
and the psychedelic monk screams
haul your -ss over to eugene
order in the court
order in the court

the wiccan crust punk flirting with the ganesh figurine
ooh i really wanna do an eight-armed elephant
come on over to the new town
where everyone is getting down
you’re the man with the blue glue gun
fiery-eyed under the winter sun
and this machine is breaking you down
you’re trapped inside of the neon clown

i’m standing outside the sidewalk cafe on avenue a
my friends k!lly and rebecca just wandered inside
when out of the sky falls the backpack i wore
when i was ten years old
and the world was different
and up to me comes a great big philosopher stoner
eight times the size of jon berger
grabs my backpack
grabs me by the throat
and screams
“don’t you f-cking f-ck with me
i’ll give 22 years to you
bash my skull into the wall for you
shoot myself out of a cannon for you
write a thousand songs for you
i’m gonna give it all to you
come a little bit closer
let’s get together
now you’re gonna give it all to me”

the wiccan crust punk flirting with the ganesh figurine
yeah, who the h-ll would wanna do an eight-armed elephant?
and who would wanna move to the new town
where everyone is getting down?
you’re the man with the blue glue gun
fiery-eyed under the winter sun
and this machine is breaking you down
it’s time to pull the plug on the neon clown

to the initiated imbecile mind
i’ve watched a world prepare to die
through infinite filth
greed
and stupid
the living flesh rewired

- cannonball statman lyrics

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