Here's to Old Friends...
Picked up the Dada c.d. finally...thought of you... You probably won't ever see this...but I still miss you.
I turned on my t.v.
Put in a cd
Opened up the morning news
I tuned in the radio
To hear the latest video
A seven second sample of blues
I'm everywhere where I want to be
Nowhere especially
I'm somewhere in between
I'm faded and jaded and way overrated
I read it in a magazine
CHORUS:
Information undertow
Everybody's in the know
I think I'll hide my head up in a cloud
Superstardom overload
I need to get back on the road
Tune it all out and turn it up too loud
Do people still wave lighters in the crowd
I picked up a new toy
To get me some quick joy
It's got all the whistles and bells
My friends are all jealous
That's what they tell us
So why do I feel like hell
I lit up my apple surfed
Through the shrapnel
Accessed my online babe
She reads Aristotle says she's a model
But I've never seen her face
CHORUS
Oh I can feel the ocean
Oh it's calling out my name
I'm gonna get all wet
Just as soon as I get
My fifteen minutes of fame
Information undertow
We're dying to be in the know
Were we better off when our heads were in the clouds
Superstardom overload
We need to get back on the road
Tune it all up and turn it up too loud
Do people still wave lighters in the crowd
Reminds me of the old days in your car, just driving around Windsor. Miss you a lot. I want to call you...but I guess I'm a little afraid of things being weird or uncomfortable suddenly. I'm not sure. I miss a lot of things. It's not the same as everything used to be. Some of the changes are good...others, well, I wish I could do without. The Tick, long conversations in Timmy's, reading your stories, the taps on my bedroom window at weird hours in the night, cherry cigars, tequila, and just hanging out...
I miss you..
I turned on my t.v.
Put in a cd
Opened up the morning news
I tuned in the radio
To hear the latest video
A seven second sample of blues
I'm everywhere where I want to be
Nowhere especially
I'm somewhere in between
I'm faded and jaded and way overrated
I read it in a magazine
CHORUS:
Information undertow
Everybody's in the know
I think I'll hide my head up in a cloud
Superstardom overload
I need to get back on the road
Tune it all out and turn it up too loud
Do people still wave lighters in the crowd
I picked up a new toy
To get me some quick joy
It's got all the whistles and bells
My friends are all jealous
That's what they tell us
So why do I feel like hell
I lit up my apple surfed
Through the shrapnel
Accessed my online babe
She reads Aristotle says she's a model
But I've never seen her face
CHORUS
Oh I can feel the ocean
Oh it's calling out my name
I'm gonna get all wet
Just as soon as I get
My fifteen minutes of fame
Information undertow
We're dying to be in the know
Were we better off when our heads were in the clouds
Superstardom overload
We need to get back on the road
Tune it all up and turn it up too loud
Do people still wave lighters in the crowd
Reminds me of the old days in your car, just driving around Windsor. Miss you a lot. I want to call you...but I guess I'm a little afraid of things being weird or uncomfortable suddenly. I'm not sure. I miss a lot of things. It's not the same as everything used to be. Some of the changes are good...others, well, I wish I could do without. The Tick, long conversations in Timmy's, reading your stories, the taps on my bedroom window at weird hours in the night, cherry cigars, tequila, and just hanging out...
I miss you..