Spending creative energy making up tweets has always frustrated me because the tweets are gone in minutes, never to be seen or thought of again. Well...screw that, I am using them! I chopped up some drums from the amazing Matt Lynott, I recorded him just warming up on his panther sleek Roger's drum kit before we started work on another song. Then I proceeded to copy tweets from my @inthblackforest Twitter page on to my lyric book and commenced to draw arrows everywhere trying to make sense out of my 140 character assassinations.
It read like a rap song, so it became one. Granted, I am a white boy/old man from Memphis-living-in-Southern-California-too-long...but I am not embarrassed.
The Flying Double Dutchman (Traveling At The Speed Of If)
First flash at least until the end of night
Smoke and machine dreams hurl in black light
I'm just a hooker with a heart of gold
Everything inside him's been told except the cum shot
Traveling at the speed of if
I'm riding in the back of an ambiance ambulance
In a trace of wide-stance-circumstance
You can't murder the Devil, only change his name
It's still the same lame changing game writing your
Number on the bathroom wall for fame
Too fast to be touched and all too slow to be seen
My words may stop on red, but on yellow they speed
Traveling at the speed of if
Seahorses forevah...
To be or to become that is the question
Now's the truth and past's the secession
I have fallen and I can't get down
The future is the promise we try to keep and lose the crown
My tongue smells like Christmas, this ain't no litmus
Rocking the Switchblade Sisters, rappin' with the Rickster,
No trickster, Saturday night stoop sitting, cement stair sitting, cement stair smitten
As I lay down some low end on her back end kitten
South paw writer, North paw smiter
Heart above my head and my feet above my heart
Without love, passion fades
Made in the shade, undone in the sun
It's all begun 1809 miles away from home
Traveling at the speed of if