hotwax

• pembe yanaklim^*, "amerika'da yasiyorum ve muzikle ilgileniyorum" dese herhalde bu odelay harikasi kadar acik olmazdi herhalde. bilmem anlatabildim mi? "sesleri bozmak hosuma gidiyor" demismis zamaninda, al istedigin kadar, hepsini al, domalt, sik, cigne, tukur ne istersen, ben bal diye yutarim. yeter ki sevgilim gercekci ol:
  
  it takes a backwash man to sing a backwash song
  like a frying pan when the fire's gone
  driving my pig while the bear's taking pictures in the grass
  in my radio smashed
  
  and i like pianos in the evening sun
  dragging my heals 'til my day is done
  saturday night in the captain's clothes
  tin horns blowing with my jury 'phros
  
  yo soy un disco cabrado*
  yo tengo chicle en cerabo
  
  i can't believe my way back when
  my cadillac pants going much to fast
  karaoke weekend at the suicide shack
  community service and i'm still the mack
  
  shocked my finger spicing my hand
  i been spreading disease all across the land
  beautiful air-conditioned sitting in the kitchen
  wishing i was living like a hit man
  
  face down in the guarantees
  jaundiced marshalls getting busy with ease
  because i get down i get down
  i get down all the way
  
  yo soy un disco cabrado*
  yo tengo chicle en cerabo
  
  sawdust songs of the plaid bartenders
  western unions of the country westerns
  silver foxes looking for romance
  in the chain smoke kansas flashdance ass pants
  
  and you got the hotwax residues
  you never lose in your razor blade shoes
  stealing pesos out of my brain
  hazard signs down the alamo lanes
  radar systems using the souls
  you never get caught with the wax so rotten
  all my days i got the grizzly worms
  hijacked flavors that i'm flipping like birds
  
  yo soy un disco cabrado*
  yo tengo chicle en cerabo
  
  "who are you?"
  "i'm the enchanting wizard of rhythm."
  "why did you come here?"
  "i came here to tell you about the rhythms of the universe...."