Bobby said don't worry ma I'm only bleeding, this incident he talks so quietly about over 5 verses at the end of bringing it all back home was just a metaphor for how many hard core points he got when his face ran into the headstock of a 70's fat strat at a Poison Control Center show a few years back.. The band who by fault of writing songs about the sun were billed with a nature's bequest for death.
Healing remedies do not listen to 4 track cassette tapes anymore, they drink 6 packs and head for the door. On to the street to scrape their knees, get stung by bees, and listen to the music coming from the wind through the trees! But the music only goes so far these days, and hard core points add up to nothing more than a .15 cent raise. I wish I could eat the document with soy sauce and rice but my hands get dirty without any plastic eating device.
You could say I'm scared to move on, but with a drummer who's a doctor he keeps the heart beat strong. But any man who sells posters at colleges would agree, that there is not one reason to finish that degree in philosophy. There are headstocks to run into, and strings to be bent, dances to be danced by Afro wearing wizards heaven sent! Bands are the glue that keeps this love alive, call the Poison Control Center to help you survive.
