Pat mAcdonald's track Metaphor Ya Baby from his 1997 album Sleeps With His Guitar - LINK to his page
Metaphor Ya Baby written with Sally Dworsky
I'm a live stripped wire a rude imagination frayed my insulation You're a light and a sign And you shine like neon You're the key, the one i need to free my fascination Turn the night into poison penlight and i'll write you down Metaphor ya baby
I'm a Radio Flyer A doggie come a draggin Got my tail a waggin You're a flame and i'm a bong on a long lost weekend runnin like a water color drippin off the deep end And life's a drive on lazy Sunday through the locust rain Metaphor ya baby
I'm a worn down tire Someone grab a wrech and twist me some redemption You're a hand on a gun You're the one who paints those fishbones on the parking lot so cars all fall in straight rows i wanna wrap you up in a big white blanket Wanna cloud your eyes Metaphor ya baby Metaphor ya baby Metaphor ya baby Metaphor ya baby
–-- Now your patrons have all left you in the red. Your low rent friends are dead. This life can be very strange.
Dan(view)
Brilliantly illustrated!
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Pat mAcdonald's track Metaphor Ya Baby from his 1997 album Sleeps With His Guitar - LINK to his page
Metaphor Ya Baby written with Sally Dworsky
I'm a live stripped wire a rude imagination frayed my insulation You're a light and a sign And you shine like neon You're the key, the one i need to free my fascination Turn the night into poison penlight and i'll write you down Metaphor ya baby
I'm a Radio Flyer A doggie come a draggin Got my tail a waggin You're a flame and i'm a bong on a long lost weekend runnin like a water color drippin off the deep end And life's a drive on lazy Sunday through the locust rain Metaphor ya baby
I'm a worn down tire Someone grab a wrech and twist me some redemption You're a hand on a gun You're the one who paints those fishbones on the parking lot so cars all fall in straight rows i wanna wrap you up in a big white blanket Wanna cloud your eyes Metaphor ya baby Metaphor ya baby Metaphor ya baby Metaphor ya baby
–-- Now your patrons have all left you in the red. Your low rent friends are dead. This life can be very strange.
