May 30, 2015

Charcoal Car

Posted in Poetry/Lyrics at 7:48 pm by bizarrerhymes


Driving in my charcoal car
I stop and check my chocolate map,
On my way to the field of ‘phones,
Drive four hours – take a nap.

Make some money ‘phone pickin,
Saving for a feather guitar,
So I can play and sing my surreal songs,
Standing on the roof of my charcoal car.

Not far to misty valley
I take a left and a right
Then a right and a left
Field of ‘phones at the bottom of the kite.

Make some money ‘phone pickin,
Saving for a feather guitar,
So I can play and sing my surreal songs,
Standing on the roof of my charcoal car.

Two months I’m pickin up ‘phones
Wilkins dry is part of the deal,
I’m the only one whose not a robot
They don’t eat, don’t sleep, don’t feel.

Make some money ‘phone pickin,
Saving for a feather guitar,
So I can play and sing my surreal songs,
Standing on the roof of my charcoal car.

Finished the job ‘n left my digs
And bought my feather guitar
On the road now booking gigs
Driving along in my charcoal car

Make some money ‘phone pickin,
Saving for a feather guitar,
So I can play and sing my surreal songs,
Standing on the roof of my charcoal car.