The Hipster's Green Fingers - Relax α Wave

Hibiscus head in a flower bed A finger hewn planted and sewn Oh, magic in her hands She could make anything grow Magic in her hands She had green fingers It's curious where the animals don't go Mandrake rooted deep into the soil Where the sun won't fall but it flourishes See the pretty maids all in a row Magic in her hands She could make anything grow Magic in her hands She had green fingers It's reaching And groping a clammy handshake Clawing the ivy Crawling the tight rope along the lattice work With this hand I thee wed With this hand I thee bed With this hand I With this hand, oh With this hand I With this hand, oh With this hand I With this hand With this hand I With this hand With this hand I With this hand With this hand I

Padded by locks, the door knob singed A rusty close to a doorknob hinge Remembering the sounds we used to know But when those sounds sang from our halls The backstop pressed against bleached walls Do you remember the sound of snow? And these flames Boil in reclaim On the way down I can follow you Your heart beats just like I wanted it to And you want it to, whoa On the way down I can follow you Your heart beats just like I wanted it to And you want it to, whoa Behind the road, you wait for long So I said follow me down this time I wrote the rules but you've got the time So can you help me? I've got to break free, yeah From these chains Oh, from these chains On the way down I can follow you Your heart beats just like I wanted it to And you want it to, whoa On the way down I can follow you Your heart beats just like I wanted it to And you want it to, whoa Your eyes are closed before us Your sighs are all around Inside, the walls have fallen And now you're all alone I can follow you Your heart beats just like I wanted it to And you want it to, whoa On the way down I can follow you Your heart beats just like I wanted it to And you want it to, whoa Behind the road, you wait for long

(Middle fingers) (Middle fingers) Boy you got a lot of tongues wagging Coming in here on a Friday night dragging Your new girlfriend by her hand Buying her a drink Did you think that You were gonna try and get me back Or maybe you just want to make me mad Watching you flirt in your black t-shirt Looking at me with your arm around her I don't have enough middle fingers To tell you how much I'm over you, over you Words just can't say what's On my mind every time I see her with ya I don't have enough middle fingers I feel sorry for that girl your kissing But I'm happy that it's her and it isn't me You're holding while you're going On and on like a broken record If you're looking for a reaction Ain't gonna give you that satisfaction I got no time for your lies I wish I had a fist full of half-peace signs but I don't have enough middle fingers To tell you how much I'm over you, over you Words just can't say what's On my mind every time I see her with ya I don't have enough middle fingers I could cuss you out, run you down, call you out baby But that ain't fitting for a lady And... I don't have enough middle fingers To tell you how much I'm over you, over you Words just can't say what's On my mind every time I see her with ya I don't have enough middle fingers Not enough Not enough Yeah you're on my mind every time But I don't have enough half-peace signs Don't have enough Middle fingers

It's been a long time and I just don't know Do you know me? Hit the futon 'round the block Spinning with the sickness, she don't call me A few nine minutes, I'm adjusting Bangin' down the hallway, oh It's true this time, feel the distance Packing and we lonely (yeah) Feeling it up, feeling it up, feeling it up lonely I been left out so I take another val It's a new day (saves the day) A blessing I don't preach, she the answer they don't teach But a straight A She don't need setting suns Sure don't need this old bum She don't need anything at all Wasted my song She don't get music, that's all I got We make new friends On and on We make our music What's the point? That's the point I'm lookin' at the reruns I was acting like a dog And I wasted on a vista And now my brothers on the run I said, "I'm sorry sister For the damage I have done" And I said, "I'm sorry mumma For what I've become" Wasted my song She don't get music (she don't get music), that's all I got We make new friends On and on We make our music (we make our music) What's the point? That's the point She don't need setting suns Sure don't need this old bum She don't need anything at all I don't feel pain no more She just don't care for sure She don't need anything at all We don't need anything at all Follow the west sun to California Offer my wisdom, she can't support it Weeping willow, she knows I'm on it Offers her wisdom, I can't afford it (I can't afford it)

This town, the back alley way The bar comes out when he's down on his knees Click-clack and the sound of a bang As he reached for the cupboard in an Alabama friend This town, knock 'em all dead Zippy-dippity, don't ring, don't tell A ping-pong-cha-Ching hotel Have you heard about this fella Holla hey, holla-holla hey The Sicilian gone, come again Another made man southern hand They got them guns, they're gonna ooze The ringing gunshots of the wolf You wanna know what I'm thinking? Should we shoo? Think of that little pickle Wreckage makes your fucking vision to fucking ended If you a lamb, a woof-woof I make a grand, a doof-doof We were sipping on some top shelf scotch Watching waiting for a goof With a gat soundproof (that's the truth, Ruth) A man down like when Tony tried Sosa Took a knee for the flag went for Joe the Grocer A knick-knack, Paddy's whacked, heyday sex They are sleepin' with the fishes and the stars The Sicilian gone, come again Another made man southern hand They got them guns, they're gonna ooze The ringing gunshots of the wolf If they kill all long, we'll still breathe in All die The Lupo The Wolf's got something to prove 'Cause Lupo The Wolf's got nothin' to do "Cause Lupo The Wolf's got something to prove 'Cause Lupo The Wolf's got nothin' to lose