THE “PEANUT BUTTER” ONE
First I’m nervous, then I stutter
my tongue’s made of peanut butter
you’re stuck to me.
And your hands are gently folding
tiny bones, desperately holding on
to luxuries.
But I’m a dirty broke guy
not much to hold out for.
I’m not even surprised
unemployed at twenty-four.
I can’t take you to the drive-thru
but I’ll dumpster dive into your heart
on a spring board made of two by fours.
I’m just a guy
and I don’t feel like myself much anymore.
I need a life
yours!
It’s true your eyes are made out of tea leaves
how else could anybody explain it?
I mean it looked like we were struck by a moonbeam.
but I don’t heard nobody complaining.
That I’m a dirty broke guy
not much to hold out for.
I don’t do black tie
you’ll be out on the dance floor.
I can’t take you to the drive-thru
but I’ll dumpster dive into your heart
on a spring board made of two by fours.
I’m just a guy
and I don’t feel like myself much anymore.
I need a life
yours!
I’m just a guy
and I don’t feel like myself much anymore.
I need a life
yours!
Venezuelan producer Daniel Grau returns after a 30-year absence (!) with music that calls to mind both synthwave and video game scores. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 16, 2019