BEAT

I heard you asking questions of each: Who killed the pork chops? What price bananas from Honduras? Are you my angel? Loose licks 86'd A new bag of old tricks Old dog, new stick Old news, new bitch My skin is pricked up To the itches of living Like grass is attuned To the wind in the spring I haven't felt this way in a long time Haven't felt this way in a long time I haven't felt this way in a long time Haven't felt this way Watch this metaphysical conceit Watch me lay a feeling at your feet I call and ask you, did you eat My friend will hear this line And she will laugh at me Always have someone new to care for Therefore I become a care generator I ask myself if any impulse is selfless Or if I bring self into every part of it And I haven't felt this way in a long time Haven't felt this way in a long time I haven't felt this way in a long time Haven't felt this way Sing it, Alan! I saw the best minds of my generation Seeking jazz or sex or soup In the narcotic tobacco haze of capitalism Dreams, adorations, religions The whole boatload of sensitive bullshit They saw it all They saw it all Landfill, man-built, living at a standstill Tried to make a chill track Just to prove I can chill I avoid living so I might avoid the scandals Preaching to the choir Wearing hundred dollar Jesus sandals Try to take a stand But you, I'd like to take a seat with Look you in the heart And use the sound to make the beat with That I may refract myself in you That I may reflect myself in you That I may forget myself in you That I get you (They saw it all) I get you I get you I get you I get you I get you Are you my angel?