The Matt Gould Blue Stuff Greenfield Medley Lyrics

Pleasing well mean gentleman

Healthy Nigerian Swims into the mountainside

Your mama's sensitiva, cannabis sativa

But now the truth you can't confide

Feeling nifty in Nicaragua, they love their marijuana

But just don't drink the water tonight

Bursts of freedom

And everlasting peace

Bursts of freedom

And a porcupine without feet

Bursts of freedom

and a turnip without a beak

Bursts of freedom

And a lighter without a flint

Take your mustache off your face

There's no one home for tea

Kinks and porridge and collard greens and you

High roller

Five foot stroller

You are the queen of your town

Your saffron cigarette you smoke

Is made of toilet bowls and tonic

And your Casio, it blows

Without a bunch of blowing noses

Your handkerchief is what you know

Knowledge must be as much important

Oh oh oh don't you look for Mr. Horse tense

Past tense

The air is so dry

There's no rain in the sky

There's tears in my eyes

Cause the air is so dry

And I have an emu oil farm

An emu oil farm

In Gloucester Mass

I saw a Zebra Stripe yesterday in the theatre

Where Lincoln got shot

And the morning dew that sparkled in a snowy night

And you got your koosh ball in your sight

Everybody doesn't worry about Urkell

It's the snow that falls on top of us all we are

All we are is all we are

You got your red dress on

You look just like your mom

Drinkin' whiskey all day at Ray's Café

Took the plane to L.A.

Talked to Jono on the way

And you knew that she would never stay

Urkell's cooking turkey

HappyThanksgiving

Sorry Tommy

I know you are an angel

Sorry Tommy

I know you are an angel

Take your dead body down to the store

I don't want to love you no more

You bought Tylenol to treat my headache

That was caused by my fucking mistake

/Won't you please give me your love?

It is you I'm thinking of

Your gong it bonged until mildew came

And the lemon that you zested gave him a shave

There's a Yamaha it looks for Lincoln

Gave him a shave

And turned him into a pupil of Brett Lindabury

Bretty please come home to me in Greenfield

We'll play pool, smoke coke and then will sneak

20 dollars into the pope's pants

If you live in the world

Living in a dot

That won't waste no time

There's a cube in your mind

Named American Spirit

Bring a Bible

And a disciple

On top of the Poet Seat Tower

Allen Ginsberger eating clam dinner

On top of the Poet Seat Tower

Matt Wojocowski and Casey Forest

On top of the Poet Seat Tower

Happiness is butterfly mornings

And wildflower afternoons

(one more time)

Happiness is butterfly mornings

And wildflower afternoons

Everybody turn your knobs to number 10 plus 100

Cause we love you

Everybody let's all go hold our hands

Give each other nothing else to do

Cause we love you

Everybody spread feedback into your mind

Don't need no other special kind

Cause we love you

Spread your cabasas across America

Everybody's got nothing else to do

Cause we love you

Everybody smoke another Altoid Treat

Everybody cause we got nothing to eat

Baby we love you…