Carl Solomon Blues Lyrics

Backwash districts sprung from Ra's bright hips
Reduced to silkscreen hand job new car ego trips
And it's just endless combinations of the same old shit
Sloshing back and forth across some continents
All that talking it ain't got no use when it's just mal digestion that's been haunting you
Along with reflux opinions from your ulcer moods
You're just a litany of horrors like the evening news
But off somewhere in a New York flat, benzedrine derailed rants of immeasurable frenetic praise
That cauterize before they save
All the truth now in how you're lying there
Shoulder bladed nightmare rug pulled from your feet
All the truth now in how you're lying there in
Angelheaded elsewhere so markedly meek
Slapped like a has been by syntactic gods
Whom which then help you find your glasses but not your lower jaw
And you don't want to look surprised but you're in constant ahhh! Ain't no fig leaf big enough to hide your diction flaws now
Teeming pools of alphabetic shame that spit out
Infinitely indolent verbs across your page
Who dig their claws instantly into some nouns legs
If once your manuscript just limped now it's become quite lame
But off somewhere in a New York flat, they don't deal with things like that
Just immeasurable frenetic praise that cauterizes as it saves
All the truth now in how you're lying there
Shoulder bladed nightmare rug pulled from your feet
All the truth now in how you're lying there in
Angelheaded elsewhere so markedly meek
All the truth now in how you're lying there
Shoulder bladed nightmare rug pulled from your feet
All the truth now in how you're lying there in
Angelheaded elsewhere for the past six weeks

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