(To the tune of Cruella De Vil)
CoachElla De Vil, CoachElla De vil
She's in sparkly hotpants
And singing for thrills
She's so drunk she won't flinch against the chill
CoachElla, CoachElla
She's comes alive when she pops a white pill
Look out for CoachElla De Vil.
At first you think CoachElla's something special
But in a while you see she's just the same
As every other girl, a self-made party animal
Carbon copy, tanned and chasing fame
This starlet wannabe, who hungers for the big screen
She ought to be sat down, offered some reali-tea
The festival was calm and wholesome till...
CoachElla, CoachElla De Vil.
Three day's journey from Coachella to Paradise,
felt like adding beauty to my day, and you did.
Pretty painted toes peek from muslin wool socks,
all your nametag revealed: Hello, my name is...
Once looked at me wondering am I the one.
Let me spare you some disappointment, I'm a coward.
Hey, not squeamish at the sight of a little blood,
tho' scared I'll be unable to save you again cactus flower.
Sense a phantom pain from a missing limb,
still afraid I'm borin' you to death.
Laptop key tied to you in gentle refrain,
just another heart left out
by an absent-minded tin smith.
Your illusions wistfully missed my cactus flower..
without true love, what a waste our finest hour.
'Til then let nametag be proof that we exist,
a paper illusion called 'Hello, my name is....'
I wanna wake up and be blinded be your grin
You spent all your time in my tent
We even ride behind tint just to hide from your friends
But I'm not ashamed of you
I'm focused on changing you
Unchaining you until your heart is free
Don't start with me i know I'm aggressive , overprotective , A drunk brainiac that's so restless
But at night I lay my head where your chest is
Despite all our wrestling
I wanna tell my Bestfriend he can be my best man
I know saying this is so jr high school
But I like you
In prison with my feelings so in my thoughts I write you sweet letters like we should be together
You my Coachella our love is good music
Above the influence but you convinced me to cook for you
I look for you but you no where to be found
I'm not shook because when I needed you you weren't around
I Smile without a doubt but I hate you Because of you I'm drunk on the couch
Spring has spent her youth
her hours have swiftly gone
summer comes burning like an aching tooth
Dusty wind blow softly on
Keep back the blasting heat
that leaves no stone to rest upon
the very earth burns the feet
Dusty wind blow softly on
Gently kiss one last spring flower
bury her seed before your powers wan
awaiting silently some spring shower
Dusty wind blow softly on.
Oasis at noon
What a wonderous quiet place it is
the heart of a palm oasis
skirted trees stand guard about
keeping dusty heat without
holding shaded cool within
a small breeze sneaks past a frond
dancing in ripples across the pond
am I intruder, am I part
I wander and wonder in my heart.
as I penetrate deeper in.
Oasis at sunset
Guardian against sunset
the ancient palm stands
resting in drifting sands
Beneath whispering fronds
cicadas begin to sing
brown bats take wing
Firey clouds, cooling breeze
evening deepens, night decends
Oasis awakens, day ends
Oasis at Dawn
Darkling shadows intertwine
With the sprinklings of the moon
Every night paints a new design
That smooths across like puddled wine
Evaporating just as soon
With pallette of rainbowed hue
The sun splashes the eastern sky
Painting over the shadow's blue
Which however remains in view
Absorbing the more brilliant dye
The August sun does not reach
the shadows of the old mesquite
as it grows in the river bed.
The soft dry sand, the sultry heat
invites the visitor to sleep.
Thunder in the mountains
rumbling through the hills
white water washes the boulders down
The mesquite is gone, scattered.
A seed pod rests in damp sand.
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