"The Drug Fits the Face", or "Make Up a Song While High."
I have no idea what that means, but it's something from an old old Moby song. It's just over and over "The drug fits the face The drug fits the face The drug fits the face ..." ad nauseum. That has nothing to do with anything, though.
I'm on cold medicine and I took too much, so I made up a song. It started out like this; I was listening to G Love and the Special Sauce on the bus on the way to work, and these lyrics I made up would kinda fit the tune of "She's Got Sauce."
I don't know if I'll remember them in a hour, so I though I'd immortalize them here on the cult:
[I]I’m a space case, yep, sick with a cold in the head
Least that’s what the nurse said.
She gave me some drugs, and now I watch my legs,
Walkin’ straight across the room, yo, but that’s okay.
I never mess with the crack, the smack or the meth
DayQuill, be-yacth, yeah, s’what I dig best.
Took a little break from the surface of the room.
Feelin’ just a bit like Alice in a mirror, eatin’ shrooms.[/I]
Then I just kept going, don't tell me you ain't tappin your feet....
[I]I’m a hard rock song with the speakers on mute,
Try my best to sing along, make friends with a brute.
Selling soul to the highest bidder, makin’ ends meet,
Singin’ on the street corner, yo, listen for the beat
Of my jazz band powered by a rubber band
Hip to the groove and, beatin’ on the ground and,
Walking like blind man, limpin on a wooden leg,
Talking like a salesman, pimpin shit that’s home made.
Never see me coming, then watchin’ as I go.
Wishing you was something like a T V show,
That’s based on reality, based on a tragedy,
Based on the facts of a fictional mystery.
Built by woman with feather in her hair,
Sung by a boys choir, floatin’ through the air.
Yeah I’m too sick to work, but I’m too high to walk,
To the bus stop, take the 94 for to my front door.
So I guess I’ll just write a chill tune,
In the meantime, cause what the hell else can I do?
I write good shit when I'm on cold medicine and lacking sleep.
Now stop staring, my hands are cold.