Missing Pen

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lyrics: Every now and then, there’s a party in my head
A party to which I’m not even invited
“I like Ike when he’s high as a kite," the T-shirt said.

This is a new low, so typical, nothing else, no
You know my love for trees is a platonic one
You know “three” love ladies is platonic for “one.”

We had a talk with no mouth to mouth
And nobody came to the rescue

Passed out on couches everywhere
Covered with plastic and spiders
Like Heaven’s back on Earth and we’re not even there
The “I like Ike when he’s high as a kite” shirt was right.

This is a new blow, a typical after-sex glow
Where do we go from here? Our desire disappeared
The T-shirt of his hiking highness Ike was set on fire.

We had a talk with no mouth to mouth
And nobody came to the rescue

Passed out on couches everywhere
Covered with plastic and spiders
Like Heaven’s back on Earth
And we’re not even dead yet
Standby corpses in cold sweat
Waiting for something to hap***
credits: from High on Lo-Fi, released 02 November 2007
Leblanc/Barabé
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