Now you feel so bright yea you feel so strong
but did you know that I knew you all along
that you were faking, (poo)-taking, halfbaking all that weed that you were making
When you gonna give it up?
No no no no can't get enough
The fad says you can't give it up
no no no it's just a scheme, throw that (poo) up
Your listening to reggae in your pad
oh what, like I care if this song makes you mad
when I call you out on your (poo), just quit, but instead you take another hit
When you gonna give it up?
No no no no can't get enough
Ska music ain't about smoking green
no no no but you think it makes the scene
(trombone and sax lines)
(slow crisp upstroke)
Smoked it all away again. Smoked your life away
Smoked it all away again. Smoked your life away
(Back to original 3rd wave punk)
Now you don't know (poo), yea you really lived it
But did you know that you were wrong, yea I knew it all along
That you were faking, (poo)-taking, halfbaking all that weed that's got you flaking
Categories:
upstroke, music, philosophy, song-life,
Form: Lyric
Upstroke of wing
Rising draught of air
Pushing me higher
In to white clouds,
tinged with gold
Such a fluid state of mind
Through the clouds,
my wings dissolved in to the white
There is no such thing,
as time here
Only me
The effort to get here,
is nothing at all
For, now I am....
Pure energy
A fluid state of mind and body...
A happening...
Dissolved wings,
in to the white
Bright clouds roll by,
there is no up,
there is no down
Only here
Only.....I
Categories:
upstroke, death, imagination, inspirational, philosophy,
Form: Ballad