Thursday, December 09, 2010

Flat File Blues

Mother earth is round
But she be given' me the flat file blues
She said she don't like my type, my character

She was lookin' for a length
A length of four point o
Baby, i am four point one


Flat File Blues
Baby u be given' me the flat file blues


She keeps a treading' on
Like its her own playground
She comes back with sand in her hair

Her old man is a nobody
He fails to exist in this space and time
I don't bother knowing much about him


Flat File Blues
Baby u be given' me the flat file blues


You look so pretty and you don't even know
You look so pretty and you don't even know
No, you don't know
You don't know
You don't know

The highway's empty
But i can't compete with her boyfriends
I smile at her when she stops to fill fuel

The blanket is clean
The pillows are all trashed
We used to be naughty, now i am stuck


Flat File Blues
Baby u be given' me the flat file blues


She asks for the diamonds
I play my heart
She is happy when she is at the club

Bits of paper fly high
Playing tunes to a slow wind
Pretty words greet the sky


Flat File Blues
Baby u be given' me the flat file blues


You look so pretty and you don't even know
You look so pretty and you don't even know
No, you don't know
You don't know
You don't know


She rumbles now and then
With a heart felt intent
Slowly she sees what needs to be

The joker plays the king
In this fascinating dream
He wears a fishing hat and sings a melody


You look so pretty and i wish i could see
You look so pretty and i wish i could see
You look so pretty and i wish i could see
You look so pretty and i wish i could see





1 comment:

Sahar said...

kappa/

:)