E-flat is the key of Let's Get It On
Always think about you when I'm playing that song
Do you really think it's just a zero sum
Third-eye open flower, that's where I'm coming from
Little wing, butterfly, you little winged thing
Fly high in the violet sky, you little wing
Jack Kerouac went out on to the road
What did he find, what did he know?
Don't tell me now because it's going to start
Life and only living or at least a part
Little wing don't you fly away
Feathered little thing, I've still got bills to pay
Jack Kerouac went out on to the road
What did he see, where did he go?
The same pair of eyes in too many faces
The same heart blood love in too many places
The earth spins around while a feathered thing
Makes a little sound and then it tries to sing
I'm shot into the eternity of the now
Awake one morning alive aware and don't know how
Dripping piss and blood into a bathroom stall
Bebop blaring loudly into the cosmic all
You gave yourself to me and in a blinding flash
You became the future, present, and the past
America rolled over, opened her eyes
Broken vial of poison spattered over her thighs
How did we get to this extreme she cried
I said, it was a matter of the telling of lies
A spangled, feathered serpent hanging down
Bit its own tail, went spinning around...
E-flat is the key of Let's Get It On
I always think of you when I hear that song
Do you really think it's just a zero sum
Third-eye open flower, where I'm coming from