An original, came up with the
basics for this tune while
trying to break into the East
Troy Alpine Valley outdoor
music ampatheater (i.e. climb
the fence) at midnight one
night to hang out on stage..
didn't work, it was manned,
but I got a melody in my head
out of it at least

Your minds always on high
I'm always high <
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An original, came up with the
basics for this tune while
trying to break into the East
Troy Alpine Valley outdoor
music ampatheater (i.e. climb
the fence) at midnight one
night to hang out on stage..
didn't work, it was manned,
but I got a melody in my head
out of it at least

Your minds always on high
I'm always high
Scraping the streets
With my mind

My friend's passed out in the
gutter
You wouldn't smile and your
eyes wouldn't flutter
Wouldn't laugh like I did
As I got him in the truck

But I would never say my luck
Would compare with my
cigarettes
Or bets I've made or stacks of
leaflets
I throw high into the sky

I've never gone there without
tripping
Over kids candy flipping
Wearing wigs and singing
Kids blues

But my news of the day
Is I'm no run-away-Max
If I subtract all the times I
left my friends
Gumby-legged

I pegged you for a fox
Who could outfox all the
jocks
But I didn't realize the jock
meant
Was burn down the house

I've settled for fake heart
attacks
Settled for fingers gone a bit
black
And in the club the people
make a little roar
Step up to the mike you crack
Sit in so you're understood
In the club they hold up their
hands

I argued with the judge
To budge on my five dollar
fine
Instead I said I'll sing songs
to kids for five minutes time

But he'd have none of it
Instead he made me quit
And sent me off to the
gallows
To see what happens to naughty
boys

So by the time I made it back
home
I was so glad to finally be
alone
And broke a guitar or two
And some shoes
In my haste and joy

And I've settled for fake
heart attacks
Settled for fingers burnt a
bit black
And in the club the people
make a little roar

In the basement your friends
would say
Your stuff's not half bad

And I've settled for eyes
punched black
holes in the ground dug deep
where I stood by the shack
my lover and figher hands on a
cash drawer

lot out back step up to the
fight
you punch him he punch you you
punch him back
don't stop till he's laying on
the floor (by a cardoor in the
back parking lot)
(take his wallet)
(go get fucked up)
(go get laid)
(go get fucked up)

I'll quit it all for you

Category Howto & DIY

Tags Original, acoustic, guitar, Pearl, jam, radiohead, jeff, buckley, bob, dylan, Thom, Parker