Camper Van Beethoven - Peace & Love - Sözleri

Restless, three days without sleep, his mind wrapped in barely perceptible haze, he continues east, shaking, despite the stuttering convulsions and near death throes of his endearing 1962 chevro

Storm follows him closely as it has for 3 days. in the pouring rain on the long dark highways he sees roadside casualty armadillos on their backs and owls and bats fly out of the his eyes into t

Inding horizon.



Despite the solitude of his dear car he feels he is being watched by more than just the curious deer and west texas highway transients. at dawn, he begins to feel the first nearly imperceptible

Of the drugs taking effect. he crosses the border east into new mexico. there is now no question in his mind about the flavor of the coffee and the sardonic smile of the crusty over made waitre

S he's crossing more than 2 states at once, his watch stops. he picks up a hitchhiker, some young lady, but unfortunately, as he's been expecting, the car breaks down in an abandoned shanty town

N only as brubaker.



"just remember," she says. "i'm holding you responsible for all this" he cringes at the tone of her voice. a quick glance in the rear view mirror reveals to him the vision of

3rd unattached eyeball. a star of dried cream at the bottom of the styrofoam cup on the dashboard smiles at him and somehow, in her loneliness and boredom, her twelve-pack dwindling in the midda

T, he forces her into sex.



The chevrolet temporarily fixed, they drift on and fall upon a small bar in no place specific. drunk by evening, she complains of morning sickness and by morning has noticeably grown in size. 2

Later, still heading east towards the holy angelic temple he has been envisioning in his sleep, she is 9 months pregnant. later that day she gives birth to their son.



Born with gingham snakeskin cowboy boots and three umbilical cords he is within hours cursing his parents in some otherworldly alien language. and he mutters in perfect english in his sleep, whi

Cking his mothers breast, his twisted utopian visions. she looks at him terrified and says, "remember, I'm holding you responsible for all of this.



Left channel lyrics:



Peace and love

Love and anger

Brotherly love

Brotherly love

I though I had something to say

But I forgot what it was

I'm gonna try and say it anyway

Too much ginseng

Makes me nervous

Organization

Shortened sounds

Too much ginger

Takes me over

John the baptist

Comes to mind

I've got to drive faster

The road is falling

In front of my eyes

I've got to drive faster

If I want to get home



If I don't look where I'm going

[blah blah blah blah] I'm gonna get [blah]



If I don't look where I'm going

[blah blah blah blah) I'm gonna get [blah]



I've got to drive faster

The road is falling

In front of my eyes

I've got to drive faster

If I want to get home



Right channel lyrics:



Too much open space

Makes me nervous

Too much ginseng

A [blah] wide open

Then a [blah blah blah] his face

Then a doctor [blah] fucking open spaces

Give some cowboys some acid

Many [blah]

Makes me nervous

Nothing seems right now

Too many open spaces

Yes wyoming

Makes me nervous

Someone ought to go up to wyoming

And open up some fucking open spaces

And call her some hotel rooms

And look at the turf in the open spaces

Don't say it's fattening

Be careful what you're doing

You can do anything

Yeah you can do anything

I said you can do anything

You don't know what you're doing

Or don't do anything at all

Because there are wide open spaces

[blah blah] and children



[blah blah] horizon



They're on acid

They don't know what they're doing

So they can do anything

I wonder where those cowboys are

I wonder where those cowboys are










		
			



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