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Recorded as part of my "Ordinary Songs" project, wherein I, over the course of five days, quickly recorded rough, but complete versions of as many of my songs as I could. This is one of 13. It's kind of sloppy, but has (I think) a certain charm. The story behind the song is told on my blog: http//blog.myspa/... .
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Lyrics
Like Dali's clocks who's hands have stopped
in a moment for eternity,
scrambled eggs and shattered senses
is what she makes of me.
Her words are unpublished poetry.
She's so surreal.
She sleeps with one eye open,
so she will not miss
reality that surrounds her
in a dreamlike mist.
She keeps a crimson secret upon her lips!
She's so surreal.
She took a trip to Canada to lead Sierra Treks,
sliding through the wilderness on a Fruedian slip.
All reality is a Rorshach test.
She's so Surreal
in a moment for eternity,
scrambled eggs and shattered senses
is what she makes of me.
Her words are unpublished poetry.
She's so surreal.
She sleeps with one eye open,
so she will not miss
reality that surrounds her
in a dreamlike mist.
She keeps a crimson secret upon her lips!
She's so surreal.
She took a trip to Canada to lead Sierra Treks,
sliding through the wilderness on a Fruedian slip.
All reality is a Rorshach test.
She's so Surreal
Monkaton
I didn't think anyone did psychedelic music anymore, but you did. And
you did it well. I like the word play and the overall feel of the music.
Stayed true to the genre.
Quick, where's the patoolie oil and lava lamp.