stream this song | back to album page | back to homepage | buy this album on itunes I'm Still Holdin', Holdin' Somethin' Track 2 from "Live From Hyde Park" by Scotch Eggs [the lyrics for this song were freestyled i.e. created extemporaneously impromptu] I have problems with... ...psychological equivalent of cowards leaving behind... Appropriate, never known... "Would someone please open up the door to my home?" The rat sneaked out, peeked his nose out, looked at me, sniffed. Appropriately I said, "You missed me. I'm a c-a-t. I pounce on ye." He says: Run back in the hole, slammed the door real quick. Caught my claw in it. "Ow!" I yelled, uncomfortable. "Ow!" That was stuck; caught in the wood-grain opposite of my fingernail. I complained of the pain. "Ow!, I say again." Knock on the door with the other hand. Rat nose sneaks out again. I say, "Please let me go!" He says, "Not yet. The yin has not yet been met by the yang." I'm like, "Please stop with this nonsense notion you picked up at Orange Julius in the bottom of your floaty syrupy, something showed me, Orange and Mandarin." I'm demanding something else, talking to the assistant manager. Grabbing him by the little lapels and also the bells and whistles that he wore on himself to help make him appear more than he was: gel in the hair and shit like that (unintelligible) a little bit of flat palette; I was not impressed. I said, "Look, Alec P. Keaton*, please, why don't you stop trying to be cheating me and these other people feeding us government cheese through the hole of your donut-store-factory opened up in the mall? Someone show me some different products, I demand." I walked down to The Limited. Took the hand of a really fine girl and said, "What land are you from?" She said, "La-la." I said, "I'm not -- ha-ha -- laughin', or even caught off guard for a sec. I know you're telling the truth, exactly; that's what I expect." I'm circumspect... I'm conscripting people into my Navy force to open up we will in the midst of the water fountain that's moving people next to the Subaru Extreme Chair** Control Championship fashion show walkway erected in the midst of the sunlight creeping down through the...j ust like a break in the bush where you set up your camp. "Let's look around for dry wood." Of course we did; it was good. Brought it back, made a pile... Some people tried to make fire that night. Some people tried to fight... * I know the character's name is Alex, not Alec. Don't be such a jerk. ** This lyric was inspired by sound of Kendall moving in his chair, which can be heard in the background. stream this song | back to album page | back to homepage | buy this album on itunes