The Presidents Of The United States Of America (PUSA) was one of my favorite bands in the 90s. People sometimes make a big deal out of some hidden meanings in this song but, maybe he just likes peaches. I know I do...
Did you dig that one? Don't blame you- now you know why I always say,"You'll know when I win the Publishers Clearing House Sweepstakes- The Presidents wil be playing my birthday party." Maybe if I'm lucky Lump will be there.
Lyrics to Peaches :
Movin' to the country,
gonna eat a lot of peaches
Movin' to the country,
Gonna eat me a lot of peaches
Movin' to the country,
gonna eat a lot of peaches
Movin' to the country,
gonna eat a lot of peaches
Peaches come from a can,
they were put there by a man
In a factory downtown
If I had my little way,
I'd eat peaches every day
Sun-soakin' bulges in the shade
Take a little naps where the roots all twist
Squished a rotten peach in my fist
And dreamed about you,
woman,
I poked my finger down inside
Make a little room for it to hide
Nature's candy in my hand or can or a pie
Millions of peaches,
peaches for me
Millions of peaches,
peaches for free
Look out!
Lyrics to Lump :
Lump sat alone in a boggy marsh
Totally motionless except for her heart
Mud flowed up into Lump's pajamas
She totally confused all the passing piranhas
She's Lump,
she's Lump
She's in my head
She's Lump, she's Lump, she's Lump
She might be dead
Lump lingered last in line for brains,
And the ones she got were sort of rotten and insane
Small thing's so sad that birds could land
Is Lump fast asleep or rockin' out with the band?
She's Lump, she's Lump
She's in my head
She's Lump, she's Lump, she's Lump
She might be dead
Lump was limp and lonely and needed a shove
Lump slipped on a kiss and tumbled into love
She spent her twenties between the sheets
Life limped along at subsonic speeds
She's Lump, she's LumpShe's in my head
She's Lump, she's Lump,
she's LumpShe might be dead
Is this Lump out of my head,
I think soIs this Lump out of my head,
I think so, yeah
Is this Lump out of my head,
I think so
Is this Lump out of my head...
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4 comments:
I prefer nectarines :) or ripe juicy plums LOL
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The Steve Miller Band used to wax poetic: "...really love your peaches, want to shake your tree."
Since he was raised in Dallas, I'm guessing someone took him to the PCPF during his childhood. ;-)
So sorry for the long comment interlude; been very busy back at the work place. Funny thing, i was singing Galveston on the way to work yesty morn then presto magico -- it is on your blog. I too remember that song as a kid going to Galveston, 'Honey' by Bobby Goldsboro going to Carlsbad Caverns,and http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TXJSCIhb6FM on the way to Florida and the keys. Thanks for the memories. Sharky
Dang! Some weird karmic stuff must be going around. Just Sunday evening I thought to myself, I should google Bobby Goldsboro, wonder if he's still alive. As a kid about 6 or 7 years old, I used to get vaklempt when I'd hear "Honey" because my dog died just around the time that song got airplay.
Sharkster, that was a strange video.
And speaking of shooting, I think I've found a new hobby. Was at the range Sunday afternoon. Since the range officer never did call a cease fire so I could get my targets up, I busied myself with a .22 revolver and a falling plates course of fire (since I could reset them by pulling a rope). Great fun!
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