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Correct Tape From California Lyrics
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Correct Tape From California
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E Who's that coming down the road D A A sailor from the sea D F#m He looks a lot like me E G E I'd know him anywhere, had to stare Feathers at his fingertips D A A halo 'round his spine D F#m He must have lost his mind E G He should be put away, right away C#m In the corner of the night D Bm He handed me his waterpipe F#m Bm E His eyes were searching deep inside my head Here's what he said Am Sorry I can't stop and talk now D I'm in kind of a hurry anyhow C G A E But I'll send you a tape from California New York city has exploded and it's crashed upon my head I dove beneath the bed Fighting, biting nails, turning pale The landlord's at my window And the burglar's at my door I can't take it anymore I guess I'll have to fly, it's worth a try Someone's banging on the wall But there's no party to recall The singer of the shadows of his soul So he's been told Sorry I can't stop and talk now I'm in kind of a hurry anyhow But I'll send you a tape from California D C D C From the mirror of my mantle to the velvet on my bed D C Am E Trapped upon a stolen stage, a Barrymore at best(?) A G A G My rhymes are all repeating, ballads growing blind G#m A F#m B7 E Words have turned to water, the women turned to wine The draft board is debating if they'd like to take my life I'd sooner take a wife and have raise a child or two Wouldn't you? Peace has turned to poison The flag has blown a fuse Even courage is confused And now all the brave are in the grave Century is bending(?) Have a very happy ending To the victor go the ashes of the spoil Seeds in the soil Sorry I can't stop and talk now I'm in kind of a hurry anyhow But I'll send you a tape from California The flower-power fuller brush man Is farming out his friends I stabbed him with my stem And then I tapped his toes with my rose He crawled around inside himself Now he's crawling after me Dropping acid in my tea He wants to save his soul Rock and roll One of us must understand It's not the drug that makes the man Then a poster of a movie star walked by He must have been high Sorry I can't stop and talk now I'm in kind of a hurry anyhow But I'll send you a tape from California Half the world is crazy and the other half is scared Maddonas do the minuet for the naked millionaires The anarchists are rising while we're racing for the moon It doesn't take a seer to see that the scene is coming soon So who's that coming down the road A sailor from the sea He looks a lot like me I'd know him anywhere Had to stare A fire around his fingertips A song around his spine He must have found his mind He should be put away Anyway Surrounded by the slaughter Now I'm boarding(?) at the border When the echoes of my ecstacy appear Wish I was here Sorry I can't stop and talk now I'm in kind of a hurry anyhow But I'll send you a tape from California
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