Societyfringepodcast's Podcast

Lost on North Avenue my job took me there everyday A different world a new country I found out today It's like I'm a foreigner born in the u s of a Tension so thick you can cut it I'm here anyway Driving on back to my home where the radio's free Crank up the Velvets and Ice Cube and vintage PE Pop in the Replacements and drift to a van on the road Every once in a while I just want to explode The magic of music's a cascading ballet of junk Stuck in the middle of metal and country and funk Sometimes I feel lost when I'm writing I want to be Neil Every musician I know they just want to be real Yeah All of these labels for music mean jack shit to me Subconsciously divide and conquer the will to be free I don't want no purists around me it's forrest or trees Give me a forrest and watch me sink into the leaves Sinkin deep Yeah, sinkin deep Ah-oo lord Ah-oo lord sinkin deep Yeah sinkin Sinkin deep