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A psychedelic diatribe.
lyrics
Mr. Anxious thanks us for servicing his lips
I think we thanked him just a bit too much
You got some on your chin
My throat's a nauseous faucet with slow and steady drips
I think a knot is in my stomach
Come get yourself a heavy whiff
Roger the engineer
I'm freezing and I'm cold
Sometimes it seems like no one knows
What's going on
Hey, what's going on?
I really want to know
But then again I don't
You know I like it in a box
This paradox of chicken pox
Acute chaos no absolute control
When I let you go
I won't let you go
Lord can't take much more of this from me
There's beauty in religion that I'm starting to see
Lord can't much more of this from me
I'm startled by the vision I am moved by degrees
Oh my god I was freaking out
I was freaking out
credits
from
Strangers, Vol. 2,
released 15 April 2011
Vocals, piano, keyboards, guitars, percussion - Derek Porter
Background vocals - Leslie Baird and Erika Porter
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