Spare Some Tar

Do the math untangle superstrings
Deep fried in batter
Special moments amplified
Ten fold natural disasters
And abandon all the wells
And all the oil you're after

Spare some tar if you should find
Yourself retarred and feathered
Flap your wings if you should find
You're in for nasty weather

Cram the interstate down your throat
Wash it down with thinner
If it smells just let it soak
An eight course well-paced dinner
Absinthe as apertif
Bold face, sans serif -- a winner

(chorus)

Shift in thought my catch the eye
Of those whose gaze you're under
What the gods have wrought on holy days
Left torn asunder

Spare some tar if you should find
Yourself retarred and feathered



Eric J. Nelson: electric & acoustic guitars, bass, bongos, vox