uncoola from comma by Huge Cosmic
Tracklist
| 4. | uncoola | 6:45 |
Lyrics
i’m brain dead.
well that’s cool.
the sharks fed
on rivers too.
and brian’s dad,
well he pushed him in.
he couldn’t swim,
couldn’t sink,
couldn’t choose.
now he’s stuck in the sandbox.
in 1966 the piano stopped.
got pet sounds, no more soda pop.
no more shouting coca-cola from the mountaintops.
i think i’ll find the surf rock in the jazz,
‘cause all my friends are getting big in japan.
finna end a comma, then i’ll make some.
i think i’ll find the surf rock in the jazz,
once i’m no longer mad.
finna end a comma, then i’ll break.
uncoola, where is your head?
in a bottle, shipped-wreck again.
je suis désolée, you’ve been misinformed,
francis black was in a different band than thurston moore.
so you paddle out,
soak up the lemon-light.
the tides have turned
and the pavement here is getting dry.
carbon date/lament,
by the bayonne waterslide.
wet in the reverb,
drown in the reverb.
and i want it, and i want it bad, i want it so bad.
