Dear and the Headlights - Carl solomon blues

"^AbBackwash districts sprung from Ra's bright hips Reduced to s^Ab7ilkscreen hand job new car ego trips And it's just e^Dbndless combinations of the same old shit S^C#mloshing back and forth across some continents"

^AbAll that talking it ain't got no use when it's just m^Ab7al-digestion that's been haunting you Along with r^Dbeflux opinions from your ulcer moods You're just a l^C#mitany of horrors like the evening news but

^AbOff somewhere in a New York flat, b^Ab7enzedrine derailed rants of i^Dbmmeasurable frenetic praise That c^C#mauterize before they save

A^Abll the truth now in how you're l^Dbying there Shoulder bladed n^Abightmare rug pulled from your f^Dbeet A^Abll the truth now in how you're l^Dbying there in Angelheaded e^Ablsewhere so markedly ^Dbmeek ^C#m

S^Ablapped like a has been by syntactic gods Whom which the h^Ab7elp you find your glasses but not your lower jaw And you don't w^Dbant to look surprised but you're in constant awe Ain't no f^C#mig leaf big enough to hide your dicktion flaws now

T^Abeeming pools of alphabetic shame that spit out I^Ab7nfinitely indolent verbs across your page Who dig their c^Dbloddish claws instantly into some nouns legs If once your m^C#manuscript just limped now it's become quite lame but

O^Abff somewhere in New York flat, t^Ab7hey don't deal with things like that, just I^Dbmmeasurable frenetic praise that c^C#mauterizes as it saves

A^Abll the truth now in how you're l^Dbying there Shoulder bladed n^Abightmare rug pulled from your f^Dbeet A^Abll the truth now in how you're l^Dbying there in A^Abngelheaded elsewhere so markedly m^Dbeek^C#m

A^Abll the truth now in how you're l^Dbying there Shoulder bladed n^Abightmare rug pulled from your f^Dbeet A^Abll the truth now in how you're l^Dbying there in A^Abngelheaded elsewhere for the past six w^Dbeek^C#ms