Andy Lacroce

Digital Figments

Category: music

Sometimes, I can’t help but feeling that I’m
Living a life of illusion
And oh, why can’t we let it be
And see through the hole in this wall of confusion
I just can’t help but feeling I’m living a life of Illusion
Pow, right between the eyes
Oh how nature loves her little surprises
Wow, it all seems so logical now
It’s just one of her better disguises
And it comes with no warning, nature loves her little surprises
Continual crisis
Hey, don’t you know it’s a waste of your day
Caught up in endless solutions
That have no meaning
Just another hunch, based upon jumping conclusions
Backed up against a wall of confusion
Caught up in endless solutions
Living a life of illusion

Songwriters: Joseph F Walsh / Joseph F. Walsh
A Life of Illusion lyrics © Spirit Music Group

Johnny Appleseed (cover of original song by Guided By Voices)

You’re a breath of insulation
In my draftic attic brain

I used to live at home, now I stay at the house

Harness your hopes
On just one person
Because you know a harness
Was only made for one
Don’t telegraph your passes
You’ll end up with molasses
Cauterized in syrup
And syrup and molasses
And I’m checking out the asses
The assets that attract us
To anything that moves
We’re deep inside the grooves
And it’s time to shake the rations
‘Cause someone’s gonna cash in
The plot it turns again
The reference starts at ten
Well, show me
A word that rhymes with Pavement
And I won’t kill your parents
And roast them on a spit
And a-don’t you try to etch it
Or permanently sketch it
Or you’re gonna catch a bad bad cold
And the freaks have stormed the White House
I moved into a lighthouse
It’s on a scenic quay
It’s oh so far away
Far away from the beginning
The shroud is made of linen
The yearling took your purse
The goth kid has a hearse
Heart-breaking
Earth-quaking
Kiwis they are home baking
Minds wide open truly
Leisure
A leisure suit is nothing
It’s nothing to be proud of
In this late century
And I’m asking you to hold me
Just like the morning paper
Pinched between your pointer
Your index and your thumb
It’s a semi-automatic
Believers are ecstatic
You see the way they cling
The cold metallic sting
And I’m living in a coma
For Donna de Varona
The harness made of hopes
The lovers on the ropes
Nun is to church
As the parrot is to perch
And my heart’s
Wide open truly

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