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Stoner

by Bill White

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1.
RED DEVIL RACE 01:55
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bustin' ike horses out of the gate lights are still red but who the hell's gonna wait Red Devils In my cigarette case No white lines to define my space no green light but nobody waits we bust like horses out of the gate kentucky derby im raising the stakes blue angel flyin across a red devil state fightin our way thrrough 16 lane no white linest to define our space we dont slow down we just cross lanes unless your a truck or a bus there is no right of way over us over us
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I NEVER SHOULD HAVE DOSED MY MOTHER WITH LSD 04:14
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should have walked from cocoa beach to new york city become an andy warhol superstar i might have been a big kahuna off the beaches instead of another drunkard at the bar instead of playing pinball in the pool rooms i should have married and had a child instead im flying like a wounded bird no longer bustin free and running wild i never should have exorcised my father never should have set those demons free i never should have tried to bring that bum to jesus and i never should have dosed my mother with LSD had i fled to canada i wouldnt have got strung out on heroin in vietnam with a rag stuffed up my snout i should have left america and joined the human race i should have signed those contracts instead of spitting in their face ive got a borderline personality and post traumatic stress the world has got in in for me and i cant get any rest everything i did in my short life was wrong i was drunk with billy carter when ronald reagan came along
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HANGIN' TEN 03:38
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Beginnings are bound In the bonds of trust We dont go through life Life goes through us Of origins, we have none In the wheels of time we are spun Chorus There is no why There is no when The ocean moves Like a watery wind I break in the waves Hanging ten Some take their measure from trees Some from the seas Some from planets, some from stars Some from the strings of a spanish guitar Repeat Chorus There is more life in this song Then there ever was in me The life that passes through it Began not as a seed Beginnings are bound In the bonds of trust We dont go through life Life goes through us Repeat Chorus
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ELECTRIC ADHESIVES 03:26
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to keep my heart and brain cohesive i wrap my dreams in electric adhesive what do you think? how do you feel? are you ready for the next ordeal? where are you going? where have you been? have you notified your next of kin? why so calm? so cavalier? you are in the dock not on the pier Disbelieving doesnt make it false Believing doesnt make it true The closest rhythm comes to rhyme Is when belief and disbelief Are given equal time here is a tickle why do you kick? youre the one holding the candle stick
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ATMOSPHERE 03:06
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sunlight across the silk and paisley curtain windows invite the wind to gently blow design into design until the fabric blends and bleeds, an animated fresco there is nothing here until it hits the atmosphere the walls are calm the floor is placid i stay home to drop some acid solo then screech serenity style has more substance than speed my father pulls on my feet tells me get out of bed but i refuse ro respond im not going fishing on the lake with him im staying home and listening to blonde on blonde there is nothing here until it hits the atmosphere
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A TALE OF TWO STONERS 03:44
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wearing feathers and bells and beads smoking water pipes filled with weed in golden gate park with the heads freakin to the grateful dead two lovers together so close two stoners dividing one dose he stil wears feathers and bells shes in spandex and is topped with hair gel in some cocaine-lined disco in LA riding the love train with o jays two former lovers divided into conflicting lives they are guided now in suits on the 95th floor both of their names on the door valium filling the lollipop bowl and the radio plays billy joel now married in faith and in truth from their their tree drops one more reagan youth this is the tale of two loners who life became a tale two stoners their disguises were so cute but now we know them by their fruit
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HEY MAMA 03:32
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Hey mama dont you come around hey mama dont you make a sound Hey mama dont you come around hey mama dont you make a sound hey papa dont you stay away hey papa will you return to stay hey papa dont you go away hey papa will you return to stay We are fading Fading into everyone we knew We are fading Fading everyone we knew i cannot go back back the way i came because no two rivers taste the same Hey mama dont you come around hey mama dont you make a sound Hey mama dont you come around hey mama dont you make a sound hey papa dont you stay away hey papa will you return to stay hey papa dont you go away hey papa wont you come to stay
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bill white, nahlej381, djtjb - STP - THE FINAL TRIP 05:11
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Pungent / tilted pulpy streets decreased in width and I haven’t seen a good-looking vibe all day. Repulsive / they appear to me as grotesque vomit figures. It is hard to convince myself that this is an illusion, that I am trapped within it. Scared / I have to admit that I am here in a world wheregrass can become snakes or lilies with teeth sinking into my feet and I am in a bright box in the madhouse cellar. Stagnant / how much longer can it last? Jesus Saves / the poster drips blood, spattering the terrain. Here / the lady on the bus is missing a leg and her friend is half-plastic. Why / is she staring at me? Where / is the exit? No/ the gun is not the exit. Neither is the knife. I’m not digging it at all, not at all. The sun is trying to trick me into meeting its gaze. It is so beautiful and I can’t resist its beauty. Turn around aand look at the moon. SPOTS SPOTS SPOTS SPOTS SPOTSSPOTS SPOTS SPOTS SPOTS SPOTS SPOTS SPOTS. Some chick is telling me the spots are from the devil. The spots will not go away. The spots will not disappear. God / help me, cleanse me, take me away from here. Out / demons, out. God / I cant look at them, please. It is all too repulsive. I don’t want to see the sun I don’t want to see the moon. Our father / or THE SPOTS THE SPOTS or The Fire / it is squeezing my brain. Squeeze / I can’t stand it goddam it leave me alone I can’t stand it squeeZing goddam it HELP ME! There is an idiot on the corner. He is talking to me. He is talking to keep himself normal. There is an idiot on the corner. He is saying, “Praise be to God for he controls the Universe. Praise be to man for the man who brings the bread to the king is starving. Overthrow the king! Absolve him of his mask! Let each man be fed, protected, and treated equally no matter what his trade. Why should a man work a trade he abhors simply to eat better than hisneighbor who enjoys his job? LET EACH MAN PURSUE THE WORK OF HIS CHOICE WITHOUT DEPRIVAL OF HIS RIGHT TO FEAST! America, you are wasting everything, even your bandages. All your cartons of cold cream are being poured into a bottomless wound. America, swallow your pride and regurgitate the truth. You can’t bullshit the Milky Way.” There is an idiot on the corner.There is a nail in his foot and he is afraid to have it removed. If you can’t find the exit, then look for a new entrance. Don’t rupture yourself on the repetition. Oh, protogozalefruojaw this is it! No twist, no release. The universe no longer circulates through the ruins of myself.
9.
LONELY WITHOUT YOU 03:38
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i could say that i would feel Lonely, Without You But even when Im by your side it is Lonely Without You Im tired of being where i am not wanted Dragging myself through tired days Spirit bound, Heart unbonded Best to play it as it lays I hear the call but it seems Pointless to come Like a guitar without any strings That demands to be strummed When streets were alive I walked from end to end Now I walk on walls of sand without a friend Where is the powder that lifts me up and knocks me down? Where is the needle that comforts me When nothing and nobody is around? Outside the dogs still bark And all the roosters crow Take me back to the garden Where sleeping crops still grow
10.
I GUESS I'VE ALWAYS BEEN A STONER 02:22
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Whenever somebody asks What the matter is with me I say Ive got a problem With your society They look at me straight in the eye give their shoulders a shrug And say your problem is not society Youve got a problem with drugs I guess Ive always been a stoner Though Ive never thought of myself that way But here I am back on the corner Wondering what I can score today My mama was a doctor Or maybe she was a nurse Whatever she was, she always had An pillbox in her purse A cookie jar filled with dexadrine on the kitchen shelf Id grab a handful on my way to school Drop a few and sell the rest a bowl of black and hash for breakfast weed and wine in the afternoon a couple speedballs with my dinner whiskey and reds for the midnight zoom seems like ive spent the years gone by in a druggies addled haze now that im pushing 40 i think its more than just a phase chorus
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49 BLADES OF GRASS 04:13
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he returned from the grass lands after sixteen years had passed i could not read his story written on forty-nine blades of grass each blade of grass was numbered but the numbers made no sense chapter one began on page sixteen and page sixteen was bare a wise man from the desert came knocking at the door he was looking for the king but he did not know what for elvis came out willingly after the wise man said "because" he didnt recognize the king had no idea who he was he had returned from the grass lands after sixteen years had passed i could not read his story written on forty-nine blades of grass

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