From the recording Touch The Sun
Written by Greg Paul Stone © 2012
Greg Paul Stone - Vocals, guitars, drums
Marc Decho - Bass
Jeffery Ferguson - Didgeridoo
Spacey outback stomp about characters who flew a little close to the sun.
Lyrics
Wily was wiry with a ganja tattoo that you knew that he already regretted
Time was parceled into tin foil squares but time won’t stand to be indebted
So don’t you let it
I didn't let it
Don’t forget it
Time won’t stand to be indebted
Duane was as plain as the nose on your face oh what a shock when I heard
He rode the white horse to the cemetery gates and nobody said a word
At least I heard
At least I heard
At least I heard
Nobody said a word
Brent was bent like $3 bill he never came home one night
He jumped in the river trying to get away boss got him locked down tight
He’s a sight
He’s a sight
He’s a sight
Boss got him locked down tight
Gord was bored with suburban life decided to make a change
He became she seemed a blink of an eye now nothing of Gord remains
And that’s okay
Was a jerk anyway
Now she’s Jane
And nothing of Gord remains
Stanley was manly and a total nutcase he came with a party trick
Batter up he cried as he cracked the kid’s skull and the sound of it made me sick
Lickity split
Lickity split
Lickity split
The sound of it made me sick
Shawn was born with a hole in his heart momma tried to keep him safe
But momma wasn’t with him in the car that night when they hit the emergency brake
Was just a prank
That really stank
Was just a prank
They died near the river bank
I was a fly on the wall of your life ain’t no saint it is sung (tried to touch the sun)
The city will eat you if you swallow it spit you out when it’s done
One by one
One by one
One by one
Spit you out when it’s done
On the run
On the run
On the run
Trying to touch the sun
Copyright © 2012 Gregory Paul Stone [APRA]