Los Feliz

Drive...Driving in Los Feliz

I got a little high

Gotta get some pie

Drive...Driving in Los Feliz

It's getting dark

There's no place to park

Gonna see some friends in my '83 Benz

Got the windows down and a Chairman Mao smile

Drive...Driving in Los Feliz

I never go for a stroll

I'm a pinche guero

Drive...Driving in Los Feliz

It's getting dark

Maybe go to Griffith Park

Pumping mixtape JB's on my JVC

A hazy golden sun and a ruby sky

Drive...Driving in Los Feliz

I got a little high

Gotta get some pie

Cholita

Standing on the corner of Sunset

Where the street meets the heat and the beat hits the one

You can listen to what I'm telling and move to what I'm selling

'bout a girl, a woman, a goddess of the sun.

Wearing brown leather boots that were calf high

And a tattooed dagger on her inner thigh

She's throwing signs "La Raza" will beat ya!

She's my funky hot mamma Cholita.

That's what I'm sayin'.

She's ambivalent. A stimulant. Emanating, penetrating,

undulating-hip-shaking, black mascara wearing,

Hair styled, Farrah swearing, laser beam eyes that got a bead

on me, even if her eyebrows are drawn with a Sharpie,

you know...you're good for me because you can destroy me

like an earthquake could sink California.

Oh...Cholita, Cholita be mine.

Oh...Cholita, Cholita be mine.

Won't you give me all your love?

And I will give it back to you.

Say you will. Say you will be mine.

When it comes to push and shovin',

You know there's only one kind of lovin'

for my Miss "Master of Faster than a Natural Disaster".

Yea...she's superstitious, mmm...bubblicious, diggin' those

frazy nails quite vicious, she's got more color than a rainbow,

She drops lines like Summer..."No Class".

Oh...Cholita, Cholita be mine.

Oh...Cholita, Cholita be mine.

Won't you give me all your love?

And I will give it back to you.

Say you will. Say you will be mine.

That's all I'm sayin'.

Goth Coke Dealer

Anna's got a crush on a goth coke dealer,

Yea she's gonna lose her mind.

Anna's got a crush on a goth coke dealer,

He never feeds her no line.

Uh-uh-uh-uh Uh-Huh Uh-uh-uh-uh

All the hippy chicks take the Green Tortoise,

Joey takes it all the time.

All the hippy chicks take the Green Tortoise,

Joey's never scored in his life.

Uh-uh-uh-uh Ole'!!! Uh-uh-uh-uh

Going down the Hillhurst on a Sunday,

We ain't never gonna see to be seen.

Maybe a drink up at the Rustic and

A little "MMM-MMM" in between.

Uh-uh-uh-uh Ohh-La-La La-La-La-La

Textual, sextual, CGI effectual,

Always making love to your cell-phone.

Emotional devotion to your locomotion,

You always will buy but never sell.

Di-Da-Di-Da Zsa-Zsa Di-Da-Di-Da

Love is all we want.

Love is all we want.

Love is all we want.

Love is all we want.

So Alive

Watching you decide to be the one. 

Walking and swaying to the beat of none.

Lip gloss and tattoos and hand-stitched bell bottoms.

You gotta know why I feel so alive. 

I'm so alive. I'm so alive. I'm so alive.

When we lay down on the grass together,

making out, making some moves, everything gets better.

You gotta know why I feel so alive.

I'm so alive. I'm so alive. I'm so alive. 

But are we happy? Yes, we are happy, happy to love. 

I see the daylight, but is the sunshine really enough for a paper sun? 

I feel like I'm floating along in a dream 

and I hope I don't wake up from the feeling. 

I don't really know why I feel so alive. 

I'm so alive. I'm so alive. I'm so alive.

A Kind of Echo

You cannot tell when they're lying.

But can tell when they’re telling the truth.

So many people are dying,

dying to be told what to choose.

There's a sound we make when our heart's break.

A kind of echo in your soul.

A kind of echo in your soul.

Don't consider what has passed.

Don't be afraid to live what you say.

I'm still searching for sparrows.

Still searching for answers beyond refute,

still searching…oh…

There's a sound we make when our heart's break.

A kind of echo in your soul.

A kind of echo in your soul.

Out of Print

I have a sun-faded, out-dated, hole-punch shirt and all, 

that's been pre-owned. I've been pre-listened 

for my predisposition to be preoccupied of what I'm thinking...

 

 I'm out of print.

 

I've done my sea sigh, teary eye, thumbnail wretch and all, 

that's been pre-viewed and reviewed. 

Until I'm sick to death of it all, with little hope for a last ditch re-issue.

 

I'm out of print.

I'm out of style.

I'm out of time to get it back.

 

Don't you I used to know what I wanted? 

I used to know what it meant, can you hear me?

Can you hear me?

 

I'm out of print.

I'm out of style.

I'm out of time to get it back.

 

I have a sun-faded, out-dated, hole-punch shirt and all...

Now You Know My Kryptonite

Tell me the good I've done is just a lucky swing of the ax.

Tell me that this wonderful moment will never ever return.

Tell me the clock is ticking.

Tell me I won’t be remembered

and I'm all dressed to be killed.

Now you know my Kryptonite.

Tell me that what struck me as beauty was just a concussion.

Tell me that I'm not in any way destined to win.

Tell me I never heard the music.

Tell me that happiness uses

and I'm all dressed to be killed.

Now you know my Kryptonite.

Now you know my Kryptonite.

Wolf

Taking the long road to get back.

I'm on the cusp of starting up a new attack.

I maybe out of time, but it's my...

my fucking time.

Don't do it. Don't do it. Don't feed the wolf.

Don't be so down in the mouth.

Rabble rusted and rooted in the South.

I'm still doing the “Hustle”

with my brick shit house.

Don't do it. Don't do it. Don't feed the wolf.

Don't feed the wolf.

Earth In Me

Don't care much of what I might have lost.

Don't tell me things I need, or how much it'll cost.

Like a river runs, I feel, I touch and I see.

'Cause baby I have the Earth in me.

Mistakes I've made, things I've done, they're gonna last.

The one's I love, the one's I hold can never be left in the past.

You can tell me I'm wrong and I may be,

but the Truth has no master, it just is.

'Cause baby I have the Earth in me.

The Earth in me, the Earth in me.

Ashes in my veins, dirt in my soul

it's the cleanest thing you can ever hold

the Earth in me. The Earth in me.

To Be

I'm at the wrong end of this town.

Where love's gone wrong and right into the parking lot.

The streets are empty and the car is cold, 

got the radio playing to change the world outside.

We're broke but we're living like Kings and Queens.

We do what we want and dream that we're living our dreams.

Got no place to go, even if we knew one, we close our eyes

to change the world outside.

Change is to be.

Don’t know that change is to be?

I've got a life to live and die.

The harder things come the harder I try.

I'm not selling and I'm not telling 

but writers are lousy little Gods to change the world outside.

Change is to be.

Don’t know that change is to be?

It's Okay

I fell in love in my own sweet time.

Caught me a golden summer girl who's not from California.

Now it's okay, I can wait, I don’t care about the high-tech revolution.

There comes a time when you've got to do it wrong

and playing it safe is the most dangerous thing you can do.

Now it's okay, I can wait, I don't care what brand of fear you're using.

I fell to Earth as all men must do.

The Sun has already seen everything at least a thousand times.

Now it's okay, I can wait, I don't care if I'm in confusion.

Now it's okay, I can wait, yes, I can wait a long time.