KLFM

she’s upset because they keep changing the taste of coke(they did it again)

Tell my mother I’m going home, I have been destroyed by hippie powers

Calm a little pint of soul

Concrete calling in the night
Filling me up with delight
And avenues I roam and I roam
But there’s one thing I learn and I go

This is my home!

My oh my, man just leave us alone

On occasion, we all do battle with motivational paralysis
Unable to perform some simple task
Trapped at the stage of analysis
Thoughts of the shortness of life may beget
Bouts of shortness of breath in your chest
Doubts about the worth of the nights you got left
Crowding out all the fear and regret

I’d write the ending without any sorrow

Step out of your toga and into the fog
You are a prince on the ocean
In the pinch, in the sky, in your eye