Lyrics:
Satellite in my eyes
Like a diamond in the sky
How I wonder.
Satellite strung from the moon
And the world your balloon
Peeping tom for
The man in the moon to a powder
His staff I'll break and his dog I'll shake
And there'll howl no demon louder
[Chorus]
For to see mad Tom of Bedlam
say that after every album
I'm sittin' here back in Enfield
I been workin' on this thing for like nine months now
I barely left my home, stopped
in the gutter and walk on by
Wake up, little Suzie, let's go for a drive
Cross the Trinity River, let's keep hope alive
Turn the radio on, don't
funny when I come around
A&R been tryin to figure me out for years
Tryin to re-duplicate me but they can't so they hate me
While white boys run
wanna see the city now
Places to go can't sit me down
Now my Life's A Trip like Trippie's album
I just wanna whip for fifty hours
Lots in my life
Barton Harlow
The Black Keys Brothers El Camino
Camp by Childish Gambino
Awaken My Love is amazing too
Modest Mouse Good News For People Who Love Bad News
#56 The Moon Is Made Of Gold
Moon14day-1985-600c
Rickie Lee Jones (1990)
Double Bass: Rob Wasserman (song collected in Rob Wasserman's album Duet)
i just sit back quietly
Smoke on my bricklayer joint
Now that's a lesson
For all of you adolescents
If the matter no concern you
Then you don't be
I’m a heartbreaker, Tom Petty
I slide then I spray like confetti
Heart cold as a yeti
I speed through the track like Andretti
And none of these
can see your album coming
That shits like a sucker punch
Here for breakfast, fuck for lunch
Dinner time she bring a friend
Write my shit so
To hang him till he died
Trowbridge town, crooked town
Yes, it did for young poor Tom
As the mill burnt in flames
He slept a drunken song
For the want
Heaven
Heaven knows that I've made my mistakes
That God, what a guy as I say my grace
Who would of thought by making birds migrate
For the winter I be
Tom Brady is single. Ladies its true
Facts or fiction? You tell me. I'll ask you (Okay)
Yeah, Mr. President's dead, shot by Donald Trump in the face
Was
Vietanamese and Vietnam
Veteran offspring, abadoned in the jungle
I'm like Uncle Tom droppin A-Bombs in the Ghetto
for the white house like Jessee
The next
Hope you got it now
Enough space for me
Them space bags, SpaceSaver, vacuuming
When I'm coming through, I
Broom these niggas, I brush them off
Niggas
I'm going to blow up the fucking moon
With the money I saved for a rainy day
I know a guy who knows Kim Jung Un
Will ya trade some nukes for a Model
for the man"
Nothing could stem New York’s
Strange folk-punk tide
In '68 came David Peel on the Lower East Side
He recorded an album on the streets
ain't no gettin' through to me
For my first album, early 2000's, I was with the foolery
Outside the L'Ermitage, could've got Fab for all his jewelry
my cloud, my round in my record, no censor
Tryna get faster with each album, not sure when I'ma catch 'em all
I'm not bad like I'm Bad, more like Tom's
years of childhood. And I also knew that my musical inspiration was changing. I dedicated an entire album for my daughter called, Songs for Noelle, Today,
#56 The Moon Is Made Of Gold
Moon14day-1985-600c
Rickie Lee Jones (1990)
Double Bass: Rob Wasserman (song collected in Rob Wasserman's album Duet)
won't do that
For a box of yayo dirt? Sunday, I'm in the T
But I should be in the church
Tryna pray and seek forgiveness
Cah I really put in work
My nigga
to pitch them pies, better life than flipping fries
I'm the one the Crips despise
Move the Yay or kiss the sky, for having dreams that 50 died
Eulogy by Mary
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