Author Topic: Lit (Read 5212 times)

davepeck · « **on:** April 30, 2003, 04:00:24 pm »

@ Lit

Here in this place, a waste of space, I must be lit real good
Like a halogen, like a fluorescent, incandescent bulb

Sip my soda why is it unique
Guess its why my soda grew some feet
(Did he have some arms?)
(No, he had some feet)
Walked away its looking right at me
Too much soda now I have to lea-k

Tingling extremities, it seems, no need to move at all
Watching my TV screen, it seemed to morph right through the wall

I\'m so blitzed I do have **** for brains
Pink stuff oozing out my ear again
(Did it make a mess?
(Yes it made a mess)
Bumbling Stumbling Fumbling with my words
Who would\'ve thought that I could speak in tur-ds

Going beyond, before, beneath, bequeath, behoove, be gone
Elevating my creativity limited this song

Creeping on me I\'m real Lit again
Telepathic messages I send
(Did you take some Yage?)
(I heard it doesn\'t work)
Strobe light flashing my head\'s not on straight
Never mind that being Lit is great

skalnbyc · « **Reply #1 on:** May 14, 2009, 10:22:43 pm »

Went to a sick Willie Waldman Project last night.

The assembled band went into a jam reminiscent of Lit at one point in the night.

Vassillios · « **Reply #2 on:** May 14, 2009, 10:29:29 pm »

Quote from: davepeck;133388

Creeping on me I\'m real Lit again
Telepathic messages I send

funny how being lit lets you do that :toad:

frolfer · « **Reply #3 on:** December 04, 2009, 07:23:01 am »

This song has really grown on me. I\'m listening to 8-14-04 at the Cafe and this whole set is cooking, no, burning righteously. But Lit, my goodness, wraps around you and I feel like I\'m going to hurt myself from thrashing my head around. Lit>GBFBITS>Score rotfl

zuke583 · « **Reply #4 on:** December 04, 2009, 07:28:46 am »

this song was created to be played on NYE

frolfer · « **Reply #5 on:** December 04, 2009, 07:33:28 am »

absolutely.