CHEMICAL #1
[Lyrics by: P. Wagner]
I know Sally, let me tell ya, what 'bout her
she's a medium, she can catch the vibes in the air
she's so sensitive with supernatural powers
I have seen her talkin' to the Dead in trance
...Talk to Grandpa
...Talk to Grandpa
...Talk to Grandpa
...Talk to Grandpa
Since I know 'bout it there's one thing that I want
she should ask my grandpa, if he's there beyond
ask what happend with the money that he save
'Cause noone found it in his house when he had died.
...Talk to Grandpa
...Talk to Grandpa<
Just Living
the phone is ringing as i dig for a pen. i change my face and answer and then, grope and sputter for the right thing to say. to earn another week, "see given time i can pay." what aout the bills, what about the rent? what about the days in the park you never spent? i wonder whats the use, i need time to have a purpose. my treasure maps been on the shelf for so long. its not my choice and thats whats so wrong. our time together a receipt in her purse, one makes up the other and that makes it worse. what about the streets, what about the crowd? what about the simple existence you avowed? what about the words written on her face. what about your promise to leave this place? not alive, jsut living. when we're dont packing and i crawl in the van, i'll smash the phone just as fast as i can. i cant remember when i didnt know about lones and touch tone phones. it wasnt that long ago. what about those feelings, what about that touch? what about the little things that used to mean so much? what about my hopes, what about my fear? what about my heart that wont produce tears anymore?