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Camping Ground

from Jam Dreams by drmanhattan

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This is a song about camping in your backyard. Help me if you can. Please lend me a hand. I can’t speak to well. I am buried in sand. My esophagus is dry. I am sinking in. I ain’t talk good. What’ll I do when I get hungry? A feeding troll greets my soul. She seeks control. But me I’m not seduced. An easy take. Your teeth will break when you’ll mistake. The nipple is Medusa’s. Dad-“Why did you bring them here?” Foster child-“Sorry dad. I
did not know.” Lend me some dollar. I can’t pay you back. I have no labor. Drinking up the fruits of loved ones. I’M THIRSTY NOW. I wish to warm your skull with kisses and bold love. Do you understand? What’ll I do when you get moody? Eeeee, I know. I need to grow. I’ve always been slow. Eating from the giving tree. I’m full. I’ll eat my soul. You seek control but, me; I’m not seduced at all. Help me if you can. Please lend me a hand. I can’t speak to well. I am buried in sand. AAAAGGGGGGGGGTTTTRRREEIXVLCXFOELLLLHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

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from Jam Dreams, released August 18, 2009

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