Drug Ballad
in which simple truths emerge examining the complexities and magic of the past
and how we should not forget the song that has been left to us to hear. The
knowledge of God is a search, constant and clear.
Dawn of light lying between a silence and sold sources,
Cahsed amid fusions of wonder, in moments hardly seen forgotten
Coloured in pastures of chance dancing leaves cast spells of challenge,
Amused but real in thought, we fled from the sea whole.
Dawn of thought transfered through mom
Hot To Trot
She had a shake like a belly dancer
and a body like a tiger tiger (uh huh, uh huh)
She was looking at meÂÂ
Now you know that I ain't no dancer
But there's gotta be a way to meet her
So I just walked up to her and said
Are you hot to trot?ÂÂ
Well I knew I was looking cool
Pretty sharp like a razor razor (uh huh, uh huh)
She was smiling at meÂÂ
So I said if you got the notion
We could take a little trip to the ocean
She said that'll be OK
'Cause I'm hot to trotÂÂ
We were having a ball by the water
Talking about life and philosophizing (uh huh, uh huh)
She was really talking to meÂÂ
She said I can't understand why you gotta hustle
Struttin' and posin' and flexin' muscle
So I said, well that's easy baby
I'm hot to trot