Late night 4am freakout makes song. A little time and maybe I will know what this song is about, but right now I haven't a clue. My sub-basement-conscious kept this one under wraps pretty good. Sometimes it is not about understanding, but just feeing. It feels like how I felt. Just have a little drum machine...no bass...not really finished.
Blame it on the Sazerac...
Nothing Of Any Consequence
Old Man River keeps on emptying his veins
Navigating a sea of shit, it's a motherfucker.
Thundering out with the perilous distinction
Of having no providence to fall upon.
I sauntered upon a most notable occasion
of the silver-tongued Lightning Man.
Vanished youth, putting wood to the fire
She uses no sandpaper on me.
Nothing of any consequence.
Sacrosanct suction. Stretching flicks and flutters
Rolling you in clover. Firebomb fucks in the alley,
Psuedonymphs and sista-womans swinging their
Pendulums of Love.
Nothing of any consequence.