Squirrel Bait - Tape From California lyrics

Who's that coming down the road A sailor from the sea He looks a lot like me I'd know him anywhere, had to stare Feathers at his fingertips A halo 'round his spine He must have lost his mind He should be put away, right away In the corner of the night He handed me his water pipe His eyes were searching Deep inside my head, here's what he said Sorry, I can't stop and talk now I'm in kind of a hurry anyhow But I'll send you a tape from California New York City has exploded And it's crashed upon my head I dove beneath the bed Fighting, biting nails, turning pale The landlord's at my window And the burglar's at my door I can't take it anymore I guess I'll have to fly, it's worth a try Someone's banging on the wall But there's no party to recall The singer of the shadows of his soul So he's been told Sorry, I can't stop and talk now I'm in kind of a hurry anyhow But I'll send you a tape from California From the mirror of my mantle to the velvet on my bed Trapped upon a stolen stage, a Barrymore at best My rhymes are all repeating, my ballads growing blind Words have turned to water, the women turned to wine The draft board is debating If they'd like to take my life I'd sooner take a wife And have raise a child or two, wouldn't you? Peace has turned to poison And the flag has blown a fuse Even courage is confused And now all the brave are in the grave Century is bending Image: http://static.urx.io/units/web/urx-unit-loader.gif Have a very happy ending To the victor go the ashes of the spoil Seeds in the soil Sorry, I can't stop and talk now I'm in kind of a hurry anyhow But I'll send you a tape from California The flower-power fuller brush man Is farming out his friends I stabbed him with my stem And then I tapped his toes with my rose He crawled around inside himself Now he's crawling after me Dropping acid in my tea He wants to save his soul, rock and roll One of us must understand It's not the drug that makes the man Then a poster of a movie star walked by He must have been high Sorry, I can't stop and talk now I'm in kind of a hurry anyhow But I'll send you a tape from California Half the world is crazy and the other half is scared Madonnas do the minuet for the naked millionaires The anarchists are rising while we're racing for the moon It doesn't take a seer to see that the scene is coming soon So who's that coming down the road A sailor from the sea He looks a lot like me I'd know him anywhere, had to stare A fire around his fingertips A song around his spine He must have found his mind He should be put away, anyway Surrounded by the slaughter Now I'm boarding at the border When the echoes of my ecstasy appear Wish I was here Sorry, I can't stop and talk now I'm in kind of a hurry anyhow But I'll send you a tape from California