Jimmy B. Trippin'

Jimmy B. Trippin'




(Written 11/23/1999)
jimmy b trippin
Jimmy took a long dark ride 'til he found that hole where he could crawl inside where he could sit and watch the world go by where he could lay the blame onto you and eye. Soul-trippin', mind' rippin,' son of the man your selfish little games is the upper hand illusions of the self you will never see only the light within will set you free I can feel when your pain is real, now like a dying wasp--your fate is sealed like a torch--I feel the searing fear distortions spread across the mirror Even I don't see the depths to which you sink the landscape is so strange how could you think I would find you there--could save you from yourself? cannot save you from your living hell... Soul-trippin', mind' rippin,' son of the man your selfish little games is the upper hand illusions of the self you will never see only the light within will set you free Even I don't see the depths to which you sink the landscape is so strange how could you think I would find you there--could save you from yourself? cannot save you from your living hell... Vocals, Harmonica and Guitar: Timothy Ray Walls Tabla: Terry Webb

Copyright Timothy Ray Walls 2021




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