as i lay back on the campfire
i think of all the places i've been...
like w/ angie & w. sheila
i wonder wat has happened to them...
as i sit back w/ these tall boys
i wonder if it ever will end...
& i know that for the moment
it's probly just inside of my head
in my head i'm always reeling
i can't understand these feelings
anymore than u could understand
why u don't have a dad...
in my head there's a bird in a birdcage
i can't understand these feelings
anymore than u can understand
why u dont have a dad
in my head
inmy head
in my head
as i lay back on the campfire
i notice everybody is gone
im a rambler i'm a cowboy
(hey man do u want to smoke the bong)
in the dark nite theres a clocktower
i have to climb 2 get to the top
tho i know that theres no clocktower
the clocktower was inside my head...
in my head i'm always reeling
i can't understand these feelings
anymore than u can understand
why u don't have a dad...
in my head i'm watching scarface
i can't understand these feelings
anymore than u can understand
why u dont have a dad
Post-punk in the Sonic Youth mold—melody covered by creeping fuzz, anchored by architectural rhythms, with lyrics both abstract and direct. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 5, 2019