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jeff - graham smith lyrics

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prester john, i must say
your restaurant is f-cking great
i mean, the ingredients are amazing
that’s what makes it better tasting
and so on, anyway, in ctesiphon
i heard bold claims of a paradise among the apes
sounds pretty nice; do you know the way?

jeff
i’m coming, there is no escape
jeff

you silly pr-ck, you really think
you can diminish such a sinister spirit?
you can play your tricks, i’ll take my l!cks
i like my wits quick and victories pyrrhic
“fake,” “d-ck,” take your pick
you make me sick and i can’t take another minute
so if you’re saying something, spin it
say some sh-t again, yeah
through the caked-on spit i bet you’re grinning
call me back, john, i’m not f-cking kidding

ah, come see me
ah, come see me
when you need a friend around you
when you fear the end is near
come see me, come see me here
come see me, come see me here

forget the histories you’ve read about or seen
projected on a screen by mankind’s infernal machine
the truth will set you free, some sooth i’ve yet to say
shall come to be for you and me and under a fluorescent haze

we’ll trick ‘em all and shuffle off with pickleb-lls and shuttlec-cks
divining rods and icon fragments and imitation ironic gl-sses

oh, forgive me please
i cannot control the seas
or the winds or the weaponized wildebeests
i’m just trying to keep the peace
and i can’t abide disbelief, though i’ve tried
and believe me, it keeps me up at night
the sheets cover everything in sight
with oblong holes cut out for eyes
when the light hits just right, it’s pretty nice
here, give it a try

papa was a stolen roach in the parking lot of a dead show
mama, no! put on your clothes!
this is not the life we chose, not even close
occidental overdose, lock the rental mobile home
this is an island overture with continental overtones
this is a violent omen, sure, to a monumental gnomonophobe!
hope floats, witches don’t
i hope you know which one you’re fishin’ for!

a drop of blood, a puff of smoke, a sloppy dub of “ponyoak”
you romeo! another trop bon mot
to throw in your portfolio and so it goes
“when life gives you antipodes
make diplomats and xenophobes”
—jeff porcaro

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