Homebelly Groove

I've been thinking lately
How to get you off my line
Don't seem all that easy but it
Feels alright
I've gotten rid of expectations
That i used to have
And we don't get along and it really ain't so bad

Somewhere in between the blue & the red
"this is temporary," is all she said
Someday things may be a little better than before
All these mysteries and they're knocking at my door

Alone in my room
I lay awake and dream
I'm sleeping half awake i got to
Try to explain
That i don't need your love and it
Means this much to me
I don't need your love woman won't you see

Somewhere in between the blue & the red
"this is temporary," is all she said
Someday things may be a little better than before
All these mysteries and they're knocking at my door

She must not realize
What this means to me
I figured out her disguise
Hey, mama, i'm not dreaming
(she's way off reality)

I've been thinking lately
How to get you off my line
Don't seem all that easy but it
Feels alright
I've gotten rid of expectations
That i used to have
And we don't get along and it really ain't so bad

[on the lyric sheet, mysteries is crossed out and memories
Has replaced it. but i have never heard him saymemories.]

Chorus:
Yo mama's a pajama and she ain't no good
Yo mama's a pajama and she ain't got no friends
Yo mama's a pajama and she ain't no good
Yo mama's a pajama and she ain't got no friends

I once knew a girl with a funky doo-wop
Spent all her money just to look like a mop.

Yo mama's a pajama and she ain't no good
Yo mama's a pajama and she ain't got no friends

Yo mama's a pajama,
Yo mama's a llama
Yo mama's a pajama

I love myself, i think i'm grand.
I like to sit and hold my hand
When i grow up i'll marry me,
And somehow form a little family

Chorus

Yo mama's a pajama,
Yo mama's a llama
Yo mama's a pajama

Yo ma, yo pa, yo greasy grandma,
She got a big behind like frankenstein,
She go beep beep beep down sesame street.

Chorus

Yo mama's a pajama,
Yo mama's a llama
Yo mama's a pajama

Ain't she sweet;
She get on down the street (x4)

Chorus

I once knew a girl with a funky doo-wop
She spent all her money just to look like a mop.

Chorus

I ask you very con-fidenti-al-ly

Take the lowest common denominator,
The tiniest grain of sand.
Like the first digit of our fingers
Points back to the whole hand.

Follow the spear flight
Hurled with any lateral
Throw it on the clifftop
Weaves over the battle
Pill of wax descending the candle
Late at night,
You'd feel a rise at this mantle

The catalyst or the detonator
The place where it all again
The bottom floor of the elevator,
The grandfather of the middleman.

Follow the spear flight
Hurled with any lateral
Throw it on the clifftop
Weaves over the battle
Pill of wax descending the candle
Late at night,
You'd feel a rise at this mantle

Waxing givers
Slip between the sheets of minds.
Rosetta stone
Like the skeleton
Reassembled bone by bone by bone by bone

Follow the spear flight
Hurled with any lateral
Throw it on the clifftop
Weaves over the battle
Pill of wax descending the candle
Late at night,
You'd feel a rise at this mantle

Moonlight through the chicken wire, humming windowpane,
Lukewarm water gasping down a rusty drain
Big town's in need of mending, street lights make tooth some seams
Denim shadows shuffle in between the beams.

Different strokes for different folks so
Mind your manner and easy on the ethnic jokes
It's a dumbbell curve, your trying to tally,
All the way down to shin bone alley

Streets are metacarpal and flesh of asphalt calm
Buildings rise like fingers from a concrete palm
Yellow lit apartment trickle through the drapes
Windows frame each history hidden even from the fire escapes
Sullen winter sparrow lends wing to expanse of grey
Six-thirty-two in the morning on thanksgiving day
And the bums they hit their corners, the thunderbird rubs their bones
And the crack addicts stare at the snowflakes zigzagging down to greet jones

Different strokes for different folks so.....

Seven-thirty-two on the same day, your bare feet on the parquet
And the light so papery white shining past the microwave
Knuckles to eyeballs and elbows on the table
Spend the day gazing from the window gable....

Zephyr through the awning shadow
Star-like glimpse upon the weeping leaves
Rest yourself my weeping widow
With the your news of grave defeat
With the shafts of each fraction
Beneath your head in rays of hair
Fire hand the mango nectar
And the news is good

Sleep oh,
Sleep oh,
Lay down your head and sleep oh, sleep
Lay down your head and

Across these fields of amber grain
Never that we've reached the dawn
You whispered that your vows to him
Were crushed as the shafts we played upon
Then came the news, i knew it'd come
It was a cruel and clever thief
Devised this cunning tragedy
Stole you for me to love sweetpea

Sleep oh,
Sleep oh,
Lay down your head and sleep oh, sleep
Lay down your head and

(repeat above verse and chorus)

You said the price was final,
But you're willing to haggle
I fold my arms and wait for you,
But you treat me like the rabble.

'cause i thought it was love, baby,
When i kissed you in the kitchen,
It wasn't no dove, just a white pigeon.
There's a hole in my pocket,
And there's a brand new ruby charm by your silver locket.

Kicked in the ass and thinking
Just to never do correction,
And when it comes to the gadgets, baby,
I hope i made the right selection.

'cause i thought it was love, baby,
When i kissed you in the kitchen,
It wasn't no dove, darlin', just a white pigeon.
There's a hole in my pocket,
And there's a brand new ruby charm by your silver locket.

Atlas shrugged here on planet claire,
With his lead umbrella for the acid rain.
He put the earth down, and stuck out his thumb,
And he hitched a ride out on the freeway of the plains.

Won't you bury my body
By the broken dam of reason,
And when you chisel my epitaph,
Leave out the part about the treason.

'cause i thought it was love, baby,
When i kissed you in the kitchen,
It wasn't no dove, just a white pigeon.
There's a hole in my pocket,
And there's a brand new ruby charm by your silver locket.