17. In the Snow - Red Hot Chili Peppers - Return of the Dream Canteen (2022)

 

Off living in a kindred cloud
I'm not that kind
They cuddle up with kitten's bone
They puddle in their beds at home
I still can't find

Tell me what you want to see
Tell me what you want
And I'll take my time
And I'll move it forward
Do you want to come with me
Do you want to come
And I'll take my time
And I'll move it closer now

I check my stupid phone again
No matter that it's 4 am
It burns my eyes
A spotlight born to shine at night
Come what may it always might
Burn so bright

Tell me what you want to see
Tell me what you want
And I'll take my time
And I'll move it forward now
Do you want to come with me
Do you want to come
And I'll take my time
And I'll move it closer now

Slow rodeo
Roll over, roll over
Slow rodeo in the snow
Slow rodeo
Hold over, roll over
Slow rodeo in the snow

High waisted she tasted like a salacious confrontation salvation
From the salivating demarcation
Of Columbian incarnation of the patron saint of palliation
Her milk framed and rose satin
Untamed by the silk
That framed her Manhattan trap door
Which became duly unbattened
She's Latin
Out cattin'

Does everything that feels so nice
Come with an inverted price
I still don't know
The ball is clearly in my court
And I am happy to report
It's moving slow

Tell me what you want to see
Tell me what you want
And I'll take my time
And I'll move it forward now
Do you want to come with me
Do you want to come
And I'll take my time
And I'll move it closer now

Slow rodeo
Roll over, roll over
Slow rodeo in the snow
Slow rodeo
Hold over, roll over

Of the humbling Colombian
Two socks and a tumble in her slumber skin...
The summer wind
We crumble some
The rock and rumble of a tumbling bubble gum...
Some other umbrella trellis forgot to tell us
The mellow tangelo is jealous
For the various and not necessarily contrary shell show
She said "hell no"
The cock bottom temple varies like Autumn
Lights soft the cost
The Fibonacci lost her sauce...
Into the last remaining hostage boss
Sweet toss...
Now I lay me down to reap the sleep
Of your selective sedative
Repetitive...
An uncredited she comes
Well vetted
Gracefully and studied...
Blue steadiness
The wrath the math
The not yet fractured tabernacle
Of the Basil Rathbone
And the last disaster casting
Impassible laughter
Blocks my path...
Blue chaff
Blue chaff
Blue chaff...