Medicine Blues

Simon Joyner

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    Hey helpless brothers, I'm talking to thee
    Forget Indian summer and your dreams of the sea
    I was confiding in the toilet, you see I'm a prisoner of war
    My echo said, stop me if you've heard this one before
    If you want to get laid go strut for the bomb
    Because everybody wants her and no one is wrong

    What color is the ocean after the oil
    It's the color of the sky cooked in aluminum foil
    But the Shakespeare cape with the tattered seams
    Suits a prince just fine when he's suicidal and mean
    So go find me a father who needs to be killed
    And a mother who cheats and some blood can be spilled

    Briefing the murderer under a bulb
    The lawyer asked the maggot don't you want to get old?
    Because you can go down dignified and pay for your sins
    Or you can learn to lean on me and everybody wins
    So tell me whose your uncle and how do you plead?
    Don't look down at your shoes kid, it's time to look up to me

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    If you can't see my mirror I cannot see you
    That's what the officer explained to the Jew
    But maybe the lines which define us are just ditches in our heads
    Besides I never had the privilege of any brown sugar in my bed
    But I've been to the doctor and he swears he can fix my nose
    So I traded in my bible for a catalog of clothes

    The Noble Lady, Noble Savage, Noble Negro, Noble Poor
    They don't cruise the boulevard on their halos anymore
    They were forced underground when the towers collapsed
    For carrying an imaginary cross on their backs
    But don't worry they've been beaten, sterilized and cannot breed
    They sing Home on the Range around a barrel in Queens

    Well here's to the era fill in the blank
    And to all of the terror-filled lives of the saints
    And to Aesop, Confucius, Aristotle and Calvin
    And to the marble pillars that humored cuckolded Samson
    As for me I was betrayed the moment I asked myself, why?
    When I put down my basket of berries and stared up at the sky

    Where's my medicine, my sweet medicine?
    All of this time I thought I was fine
    Until I woke up trying to crawl out of my skin
    Tell me, where's my medicine?

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    Composición: Simon Joyner

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