"Cocoa Hooves" as written by and David Bayley....
This old goat with beard of grey
He turns his leather gripped cane
Those times you clapped and called for quiet
They’ve come to hold you, ain’t that nice?
He packs a fat oom paul to
Jib and make home-baked perfume
Sips froth from soft, warm joe
Snug eiderdown bedclothes
You know, you know the way that I (I said it)

Come on you hermit
You never fight back
Why don’t you play with bows and arrows?
Why don’t you dance like
You’re sick in your mind?
Why don’t you set your wings on fire?

You slick back that wiry mane
A neat tucked slice
Deep trees sleep on the dank lawn
And scratch the slate
You finger down that waxen line
Between your breasts
A squeaky pain upon each breath
The plumbers left
(I said it) You know the way that I feel

Come on you hermit
You never fight back
Why don’t you play with bows and arrows?
Why don’t you dance like
You’re sick in your mind?
Why don’t you set your wings on fire?

Come on you hermit
Why don’t you play nice?
Why don’t you toy with sex and violence?
Why don’t you stare back
Into my huge eye?
Why don’t you set my wings on fire?


Lyrics submitted by AlexOne, edited by marrowofmybone, spacebat11, gateway2013

"Cocoa Hooves" as written by David Bayley

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    General CommentThe narrator is the old goat. He just woke up. He packs a fat oom paul to jib and make home-baked perfume. You know how he feels... sooooooo good... like his hooves are made of pure cocoa. He's straight up jibbin'. Now what? The kitchen. He heads downstairs, reheats yesterday's coffee, and sits there in his pajamas sipping the brew. It's doing the job and everything's comfy. His woman walks in. She's fixing up her hair in some silly hipster fashion. But he's digging it. Uh oh. She's riled up about the plumbing again. "Those damn plumbers didn't fix the faucet!" Her whining is killing his buzz. All he's concerned with right now is her boobs. He wonders, "Why doesn't this hermit-woman play with bows and arrows no more? Where's the passion?" Yeah, she's right at home in this quiet domestic life. But he knew her when she was a freak. They'd get so crazy in his little apartment playing cowboys and Indians. When the futon started knocking against the wall she would hush him for the sake of the neighbors. Now they've got this nice quiet life. But he's not down with it. He wistfully stares out the window at their dewy lawn. Man, they had some wild times... A century passes and he snaps out of it. He looks back at her and thinks about how she still makes him want to dance like an invalid. But she's still bitchin' about the plumbers. He wants her to get worked up over him, not the plumbers! She idly touches her chest and he loses it. He wants her to dominate him right there on the kitchen floor. His eye is huge now. He's flying high but he'd let her burn his wings right off. C'mon hermit...
    spacebat11on December 19, 2014   Link

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