My love is like a powder keg
My love is like a powder keg
In the corner of an empty warehouse
Somewhere just outside of town
About to burn down
My love is like a Cuban plane
My love is like a Cuban plane
Flying from Havana
Up the Florida coast to the 'Glades
Soviet made
My love is like the border between Greece and Albania
My love is like the border between Greece and Albania
Big trucks loaded down with weapons
Crossing ovеr every night
Moon yellow and bright
Thеre is a shortage in the blood supply
But there is no shortage of blood
The way I feel about you baby can't explain it
You got the best of my love
Fellas, you remember how at the run through earlier
I was like, let's not practice that one, that one's gonna hurt?
Well, I'll tell why I was right about that
That song on the ovation will crush your fingers really bad
I got intimate knowledge of my bones now
Before I was ignorant of my bones and that's what I've come to talk to you about tonight
Your bones, bones
Ah, this would be a good lead in to the Star Wars song, but I don't remember how it goes, it's got too many chords
The one about the ultimate Jedi who wastes all the other Jedi and eats their bones
I just know...
Yes, and?
It's by Meco
M-E-C-O, where was Meco from, John?
I assume Greece?
Greece? He's gotta be, right?
I'm saying yes, no bio on Meco
There's no Meco documentary that you know of? (Not that I know of)
This is, documentary makers of the US, how are you letting John Wurster down so bad with no Meco documentary?
He's seen all the rock docs, he's seen the Seven Seconds one
The uh Cro-Mags one, The Agnostic Front one
Basically, if it took place on the Lower East Side, he's seen it
Back in the day, back in the day, you know?
When music was real
You get a slice, you get a slice, you know were to get a slice where they get you a good slice
Alright, this next song is about when a person, when a person, wants, or needs, or happens to get stabbed to death outside San Juan
It's called "Stabbed to Death Outside San Juan"
Lyrics provided by LRCLIB
