Drugs of Choice (New/Better) - A Cappella
Colin Mutchler
I think this acapella performance is much stronger than the last one I uploaded about a month ago. Have fun with this one…
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drug of choice
Colin Mutchler, 2009
she wakes from sleep, deep from ambien treats
down for hot wet drops from columbian beans
then she drives goodbye with her kid back seat
moving fuel chewed from a desert heat
I sit alone, with my fragile bones
got my crackberry malls and my twittered drones
bleeding eyes, multiplayer moans
got my youporn love feeling facebook stoned
who’s got the power,
when we follow the noise?
it’s our drug of choice
then I walk downstairs for a midday break
got no time to dine, there’s no sun on my face
so my food machine spits out fresh direct
and stumbles sandwich crumbs on my keyboard desk
so I scan sales in the amazon rain
last chance dance to heal our lonely pain
maybe if I buy her that diamond star
to fill that plastic wrapped widget packed hole in my heart
who’s got the power,
when we follow the toys?
it’s our drugs of choice
and then she takes a drink, like a gladwell blink
suddenly face to face with the way she thinks
she asks, what’s the source of the clothes I wear,
the meat to eat, as the trash burns through the air
where does it come from
where is it going
where does it come from
where are we going
though she chokes of smoke from the 10 o’clock blues
seeing god’s facade fuels the family feuds,
she seals her ears with pod filled tunes
and walks the talk as her mood future moves
everything’s possible in our time
everything’s possible in your mind
I want to fall back into life,
don’t fall don’t crawl,
just rock n roll, and choose your fuel
yes the drugs I use, they feed my fuse
let’s replace the waste with waste that’s food
we’ve got the power,
when we choose the view
to use our drugs of choice
—
drug of choice
Colin Mutchler, 2009
she wakes from sleep, deep from ambien treats
down for hot wet drops from columbian beans
then she drives goodbye with her kid back seat
moving fuel chewed from a desert heat
I sit alone, with my fragile bones
got my crackberry malls and my twittered drones
bleeding eyes, multiplayer moans
got my youporn love feeling facebook stoned
who’s got the power,
when we follow the noise?
it’s our drug of choice
then I walk downstairs for a midday break
got no time to dine, there’s no sun on my face
so my food machine spits out fresh direct
and stumbles sandwich crumbs on my keyboard desk
so I scan sales in the amazon rain
last chance dance to heal our lonely pain
maybe if I buy her that diamond star
to fill that plastic wrapped widget packed hole in my heart
who’s got the power,
when we follow the toys?
it’s our drugs of choice
and then she takes a drink, like a gladwell blink
suddenly face to face with the way she thinks
she asks, what’s the source of the clothes I wear,
the meat to eat, as the trash burns through the air
where does it come from
where is it going
where does it come from
where are we going
though she chokes of smoke from the 10 o’clock blues
seeing god’s facade fuels the family feuds,
she seals her ears with pod filled tunes
and walks the talk as her mood future moves
everything’s possible in our time
everything’s possible in your mind
I want to fall back into life,
don’t fall don’t crawl,
just rock n roll, and choose your fuel
yes the drugs I use, they feed my fuse
let’s replace the waste with waste that’s food
we’ve got the power,
when we choose the view
to use our drugs of choice