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This is what it might be like to come close to homelessness

from all alone with nothing to do​.​.​. by Darling Freakhead

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recorded on ADAT, in SF 1996

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This is what it might be like to come close to homelessness.

...and with the beginning shall I include the predetermined assumption of JAHAMBA as related in connection to the essence of the 11 hour song.

Why does it always have to happen to me.

different people knowing it but then they leave it alone and let me die. Fuckers.

Come to the big trail back behind.
One time leave it alone.

in a twitch entirely worthless but come round to the father and say woah

And with the city that is blind.

“To time a word spoken, rice of God and let the parade of crazed homeless spanning the city coming together as a gang to take.”

The homeless will once again bring sticks and guns to their parade 

and yell and scream for freedom 
from WEATHER HELL!

Knowing any day it will be too cold and they will catch pneumonia and die

“The homeless will give into the sheets of oblivion and”
They can’t live in my house no more!
but I still respect them for who they are.

Homeless people are!

“Homeless people are cool sometimes, they ask for money a lot, or are drunk, or have had a horrible upbringing”

But what about...

Passing out refreshments in a country club,
browsing down a subway filled with toilet love.

Smell the wierding way that likes to bring us up to that place we know as Piss.

“You see it’s the bathroom of where I stay at right now, sort of makes me feel real homeless it’s got this horrible piss smell to it”

With the parting lips I can and will not ever be made to give and receive a kiss.

Go up to the trash with endless counts of aluminum cans, yeah.

when I was going to tell you about my
SWEET SENSATION

you were going to send me to that
PLACE CALLED HELL
(I am in hell)

Get me to a fucking hospital
let me go to the store, oh shit.
I can’t fucking handle this
This is what it might be like,
to come close to homelessness.

Come with Jahamba back in time,
the 11 HOUR SONG needs to know.
In a twitch entirely worthless but come round to the father and say woah.

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from all alone with nothing to do​.​.​., released October 5, 1998
all instruments, Vocals and drum sequences by Darling Freakhead

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