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Carpool To Victory Lake

by Peter John Sullivan

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Carpool to Victory Lake (part 1) What are we? Who are you? you know what I will do SHUT UP and let me speak your spoiling the mood can't kiss your lips through duck tape stop kicking and let me hold you were now miles in the woods, my darling stop weeping your make-up's running tears of black is not attractive here, let me show you, some Polaroids I took of a time when you were smiling man that sun dress knocks me out it matches your eyes you told me you never loved your husband, he's a fool how long before you decide you had a enough of me too rejection's not an option, you know it all too well take advantage while I'm somewhat sane you just might save yourself I'm still that sweet young man you tasted don't let this time alone be wasted I've always loved your ass in those jeans let me stand you up & take you in It's past dusk, the sun has set shall we retire into the cabin............. (part 2) I bought your favorite candles Christmas Pine and Pumpkin Spice the tea is in the kettle, the fire's burning fine I have you, you're all mine remember how you said my words were so intense Did you mean, I'm pathetic or I have a chance... to win your heart and soul. Don't you long for me? Baby, you have never been so cold Can't you answer me? Was it nothing but my dream? Remember how we'd lie down cuddled side by side beneath the moonlight? Our backs against the sand your eyes were big and bright, your trembling lips were in my hand bring me there again. Don't you understand? We will not wake tomorrow if our loves to end.... (part 3) None of this was my intent I lost my god-damned mind I'm not killing anyone tonight I could never cause you harm What the hell have I done? My mind is exhausted. My heart is an idiot. I am sick of this story but I don't know how to end it. Your silence is killing me. Not knowing what your thinking Not knowing what I am to you. I'm in love with the possibility of you love-trust=lunacy....
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Bad Memory Blues gather all your visions strap them down in ink on napkins throughout the house go buy manila envelopes and seal these documents addressed to yourself perhaps your post-office box could be of some help when you get the package drive to Ocean Acres and find a street where the built no houses take a deep breath and prepare what your about to read light up a smoke and wipe the tears on your sleeve now you know all the life that you lead doesn't compute in your brain now you remember your childhood home and now you remember your name.... 1098 51st Street, Brooklyn NY snakes in the ceiling. firemen at the door the mattress is burning. my mom's on the floor that's all I remember.... dig out from the closet that pathetic excuse of a journal you used to keep suffer through the pages and try to find tangible evidence of a human being skip all the negative word that ignorance bleeds your heart was famished for female companionship your friends were all enemies your family said goodbye. you took a plane to first place that you haven't seen.... Panama City, Florida 1993 the Mormons have caught me & now I'm a priest I'm trippin' on mushrooms w/ sharks @ my feet then I flew back home.... who are the women and children that live in my house? what are their names and just how old have I got? tupperware bins. shoeboxes. pictures of me who are these people that roam in my dreams? when did I meet them? How could this be.. a life that I have seen? I wish I could remember...
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The Clock 04:00
The Clock My hands are shaking, my old age is quacking away Gray hair is sprouting, the wrinkles awake on my face Wave by to your youth and come ride the cruel winds of change don't you know your an organic clock and time slips away through your veins it's time to let go of your dreams wake up man, your 33... Would you like to slow dance, the grim reaper's romancing your days It's a menacing waltz to a bittersweet serenade Come taketh the hand that will drag you to the end of your days make peace with your loved ones and tell them your going away it's time to let go of your dreams wake up man, your 33... hey, you've got to hide your dreams away..... You're an organic clock can you hear the tick-tock in your veins swing away, swing from the pendulum yea. swing away all of your days it's time to let go of your dreams....wake up man wake up man, wake up man, your 33... hey, you've got to hide your dreams away.....

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Recorded & in Ship Bottom, NJ 2003

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released February 6, 2003

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Peter John Sullivan Stafford Township, New Jersey

"My entire discography is a demo.."

Main storefront for God Wants Us High releases.

Many reissues from the cassette label Otis Stokes

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