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July 16, 2007

Two Heads

-- by Dave Johnson

You want two heads on you body
And you've got two mirrors in your hand.
Priests are made of brick with gold crosses on a stick
and your nose is too small for this land.

Inside your head is your town
inside your room your jail
inside your mouth the elephants trunk and booze,
the only key to your bail

Want two heads on your body
and you've got two mirrors in your hand

Two heads can be put together.
And you can fill both your feet with sand.
Noone will know you've gutted your mind
but what will you do with your bloody hands?
Your lions are fighting with chairs,
your arms are incredibly fat;
Your women are tired of dying alive
if you've had any women at that.

Wearing your comb like an ax in your head
List'ning for signs of life;
Children are sucking on stone and lead
And chasing their hoops with a knife;
New breasts and jewels for the girl,
Keep them polished and shining;
Put a lock on her belly at night, sweet life,
For no child of mine. (Go to Coda)

I can see the lights!
What the FUCK is she talking about?
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Posted by Dave Johnson at July 16, 2007 8:26 PM

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I vaguely remember seeing Jefferson Airplane in 1968, when I was just 9 years old. I can only remember two impressions:
1. Wow what a freaky light show.
2. Those cigarettes people are smoking sure smell funny.

Posted by: Charles [TypeKey Profile Page] at July 16, 2007 9:42 PM

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