Nasty Sunshine

by Hungry Skinny

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released 10 June 2014

Recorded, Mixed, and Mastered @ Light Rail Studios

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Track Name: Nasty Sunshine
Maybe love will find you one day, maybe it won't
Maybe it will haunt you through the morning
Maybe you will share something that other people don't
Maybe you'll have naught to share but yawning
Well the stars align it's dinnertime some left-behind is on your mind
Thorns in the crown you'll be adorning
And maybe you'll die alone
Oh, but mother nature's gonna coddle your bones, so
Get over here and just dig that nasty sunshine
Get over here and kick them nasty thoughts
Get over here and just dig that nasty sunshine
Get over here and kick them nasty thoughts
Havin' the bullet's don't constitute takin' the shot

Oh, and when I'm wearin clothes I feel like everybody knows
Guns can kill me
And knives can kill me
And the heavens will surely never conceal me
But don't you bury me in my clothes-
I want you to strip me naked
Count all my bones 'n just
Get over here and just dig that nasty sunshine
Get over here and kick them nasty thoughts
Get over here and just dig that nasty sunshine
Get over here and kick them nasty thoughts
Track Name: Young People
Too much fashion 'n not enough passion,
Young people crawlin' in their skin
Take the public transportation to the grocery store
All the vegetables look like twins
Apples 'n oranges 'n so much more
Where does one begin
To measure himself in ounces & grams, busses 'n trains, feet and hands
No game to win, no top to spin, no warm automobile to make love in...

And so we went to the ocean and it knew who we was so we trembled with fear
It said "You're runnin' away from your parents' house, baby?"
"Baby, don't come here"
Now you're goin outside
Where the family dog is buried

A-shaken from a daze, asleep no more
You awake to a place you never been before
The air is starched, and y'r hands can't feel to grip
Y'r heaven's the bow of a sinkin' ship
Sinkin' down the depths, the horizon just sighs
For the fadin of the sun
Like sunken in eyes

And now the days keep turning to nights without my permission
Alas, my dear you must heed thy admonitions,
Heed no great suspicion
Watch television
For alas, the womb of future days
Bears no fruition
So spare our eyes a day, dear lord
And let us listen.
Dear God, if you are our God,
Won't ya let us listen?