Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song All Alone, artist - kay kay and his weathered underground. Album song Kay Kay and His Weathered Underground, in the genre Кантри
Date of issue: 09.01.2008
Record label: bombs over bellevue
Song language: English
All Alone |
Won’t they ever leave you and I all alone? |
Yeah that’s all I’m askin' for |
I know you hate the 100 yard stare I get while dangling docile wide awake |
But you’re my rainbow chasin' excogitation |
Yeah true blue when you look at me like that for heaven’s sake |
And it’s gonna be a long long time |
Before Captain Composite and his worker bee get to me |
And baby can’t you feel all of the beats in my impulsive |
No goal oriented dimensia |
That’s why no one can explain |
The way young boys like me can naturally refrain |
So won’t they ever leave me all alone? |
Yeah that’s all I’m askin' for |
The bishop, politician, and the police man yeah I never dug any of them |
I clung to a drunk man’s words and a sober boy’s thoughts |
And the sound it hitchhiked right on in with all the mighty gusts of wind |
And we’re wide awake |
Down-and-out's the perfect rendezvous for men and you to feel the edge |
Before our next payday. |
They pardoned me for being out of touch with |
Scene when their scenes were out of touch with me |
And oh yeah, what an existence |
Inconsistency it got me here |
And oh yeah, what’s broken don’t fix it |
Cause I’m wide awake |
There’s something slowly crawling up my spine into a head |
That is self-stocked with bad expectations |
So I beg a little bit for some old fashioned exchange of patience |
Boy you’ll never outgrow them chains you done made |
Sing chains that I’m wearing! |
I chased the taste of summer belles until I tripped and fell |
The bats the boy and his |
Well I’d like to say the chains that I have made came when I bet my bottom |
dollar |
Then there was me and my reality |
Just me in my reality |
I sold my favorite records so I could put out records and the ones that I have |
got left |
Are scattered all across the floor of momma’s baby drummer boy |
Man, that’s love |