Cucumber/Raccoon
Cool as a cucumber he said
I’m the cucumber
Felt pretty good
I guess that’s what I’m shootin for
I don’t care if you cook and sew
Going to chapel
We’re gonna get married
Gonna get crazied
Joes wife could wail on that harp
My girlfriend would as well
She was rougher on the edges
But it sang out so real from her mouth
As she twanged that guitar
Perhaps a little rushed
But she still had the high school in her veins
And that same hard innocence came though in her song
I sat outside on the bench trying to get drunk off cigarettes
They offered hot and cold water at the open mic
Which I would mix on the warm side
One day I told her that warm water was better for the vocal chords before a gig
“Why didn’t you tell me that before?”
She asked
I’m the hero of my shit baby
It’s takes a lot to say I love you
As the bull runs the matador through
I couldn’t resist
Looking so different from the sky
“Things look so different from the sky”
Insanity!
Arab taking a slow ride on the camel
Such a momentary gain
I might need a jump tomorrow
I’ve fallen in love with the speakers in my car
No turkey tellin me that I ain’t county
One morning in Santa Barbara I woke up in Matthews tent or else on marks couch
Anyways I went out to my car
To find that I had left my windows down a bit too much
Rice crispies and little shits everywhere
They got in through my window and whatever they could get into they left for me to deal with the next morning
The raccoons were too cute to kill
We all knew it
Even though we were all offered $25 for each of em
And even though we all needed it
We didn’t do it
Just a Texas lullaby
Yippieyie
Little darlin yippiyie
Treat me like I am alive
Didn’t he leave
I’m the cucumber
Felt pretty good
I guess that’s what I’m shootin for
I don’t care if you cook and sew
Going to chapel
We’re gonna get married
Gonna get crazied
Joes wife could wail on that harp
My girlfriend would as well
She was rougher on the edges
But it sang out so real from her mouth
As she twanged that guitar
Perhaps a little rushed
But she still had the high school in her veins
And that same hard innocence came though in her song
I sat outside on the bench trying to get drunk off cigarettes
They offered hot and cold water at the open mic
Which I would mix on the warm side
One day I told her that warm water was better for the vocal chords before a gig
“Why didn’t you tell me that before?”
She asked
I’m the hero of my shit baby
It’s takes a lot to say I love you
As the bull runs the matador through
I couldn’t resist
Looking so different from the sky
“Things look so different from the sky”
Insanity!
Arab taking a slow ride on the camel
Such a momentary gain
I might need a jump tomorrow
I’ve fallen in love with the speakers in my car
No turkey tellin me that I ain’t county
One morning in Santa Barbara I woke up in Matthews tent or else on marks couch
Anyways I went out to my car
To find that I had left my windows down a bit too much
Rice crispies and little shits everywhere
They got in through my window and whatever they could get into they left for me to deal with the next morning
The raccoons were too cute to kill
We all knew it
Even though we were all offered $25 for each of em
And even though we all needed it
We didn’t do it
Just a Texas lullaby
Yippieyie
Little darlin yippiyie
Treat me like I am alive
Didn’t he leave