Audio (MP3): 20190921 - jolly green

Please enjoy another song I recorded sometime in the late 90s, maybe 1998. Of course I wrote all the lyrics and music and played all the instruments. Because that’s what you do when you’re me.

I am surfing the lifestyle that I was shown.
I am riding the aftershock, a tidal wave…
A boy that you have grown.
You have sown, you have stoned.

Who else am I to blame?
Dare I say the trouble lies in how I learned,
how I was raised?
How I was burned? How I was shamed?

Didn’t go to Harvard or enroll at Yale.
Wanted to grown up an astronaut instead I got…
A jail cell. Was a dope slot, addicted to shots.
Can’t think for myself.

I’m not a boy.
I can think for myself now.

Inflated with the airs of rage.
Every breath is one of hate.
Mean jolly green giant of field of defiance.
Stones for you. Burns for you. Shocks for you.

And you.
And you.
And you.

I’m not a boy.
I can think for myself now.

Now I live the lifestyle that I choose.
It’s got nothing to do with you.
Threw away your noose, I let myself loose.

Boo-hoo for you, singing your blues.
Eating your abuse. Duck, duck, goose.
I tie my shoes so fuck you.

Alias: grahm sexton
Title: jolly green

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