2003-03-18 - 12:49 a.m.
You say it's changed, it's all the same,
It's all arranged, so play the game.
Someone light the smoking lamp
And find a good place to make camp
Bitch and rant and moan around
Pitch the tent on level ground
Plan for the future, fire is good
Gather sticks for kimblin' wood
But there's a whisper in the wind
It's calling you to glory
Forget the future, burn in sin
And fantasize this story
A glow around the clearing
In the light of more than one
You know you're found endearing
To the fire that's begun
Tradition's got you thinking
Is a soul mate really true?
Perhaps it's what you're drinking,
But this compromise comes due:
Let's live together, use each other, break up in 3 years
One can talk about marriage, the other will just drink beers
Repercussions don't exist, a myth that's in your head
Life's too short, it's like a mist that's with us till we're dead
And on that note, my wood lore friend
With hatchet, knife and shovel
Let's pitch before this daylight's end
Somewhere beyond the rubble
Of ancient ruins and nomad tribes
And those who've gone before us.
Won't kill your buzz with negative vibes
The cops will just ignore us.
And for a while, without respect
To latter days on earth,
We'll learn to live with this defect
We'll learn, for what it's worth,
That fires unextinguished
Can lead to bigger blazes
And lovers unrelinquished --
They don't believe your praises
And fairy tales and artifacts
Make fuel for the fire
So mark your trails and pack your backs
We're hiking on desire.
No, you won't need your compass
Your maps are of no use
No rules are there to stump us
No bondage or abuse
There's only fun and thrills and more
So come on, it's all free
Just sign your name in blood before
(your soul belongs to me).
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