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Eric's Trip (home demo)

(Hatred)

(I hate the past)I can't see anything at all, all I see is me

That's clear enough

And that's what's important, to see meMy eyes can focus

My brain is talking

It looks pretty good to me

My head's on straight, my girlfriend's beautiful

It looks pretty good to meSometimes I speak

Tonight there's nothing to say

Sometimes we freak

And laugh all dayHold these pages up to the light

See the jackknife inside of the dream

A railroad runs through the record stores at night

Coming in for the deep-freezeMary, a simple word, are you there in the cold country?

Your eyes so full, your head so tight

Can't you hear me?

Remember our talk that day on the phone?

I said I was the door, and you were the station

With shattered glass and miles between us

We still flew away in the conversationMy cup is full, and I feel okay

The world is dull, but not todayShe think's she's a goddess

She says she talks to the spirits

I wonder if she can talk to herself?

If she can bear to hear it?This is Eric's trip

We've all come to watch him slip

He's slipping all the way to Texas

Can you dig it?I see with a glass eye

The pavement view

A shadow forming, across the fields rushing

Through me to youWe tore down the world, and put up four walls

I breathe in the myth

I'm over the city, fucking the future

I'm high and inside your kissWe can't see clear

But what we see is alright

We make up what we can't hear

And then we sing all nightScattered pages and shattered lights

See the jackknife, see the dream

There's something moving over there to the right

Like nothing I've never seen

Songwriters

KIM GORDON, LEE M. RANALDO, STEVEN JAY SHELLEY, THURSTON JOSEPH MOOREPublished by

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