A song I originally wrote back in the Eighties and just recorded. Rey Varela plays bass, and with his excellent addition this song sounds better than it ever did before.

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A red sky fills my eyes
A plane of endless content
And the polar svie die
Of other day in my mind
You see, the tree's they do call me
Their leaves sway with a phrase
I'll take a bourbon and water
And a pineapple pie

Throw me in the air
Take my hair and wrap it around your hand
Keep me from the water
Keep me smooth
Keep me tranquil
Keep me wanting

The match won't light on my zipper
A bug just crawled up my leg
A rock is heading right for us
The dam has just given way
I've got a sonic guitar pick
I've got a rat in my shoe
I've got a pure plastic coffin
It's got a stereo too

Talk to me in Russian
Fill a box with broken egg shells
Fly into the sunset
Count the stars
Arrive on Mars
Do not pass go