I think of her in the sunken blue
I think of her
Living in a plasticene-coloured dream
Fire me up, acetylene
She's the rust in my gun
Sweep me up, I'm done
Peace, Love, Hang ten California dreaming of a perfect wave
Floating downstream, unconscious, waiting for a girl on a train
The train of thought falling off the track
Radios and Cadillacs
Satellite in the sky
Kiss me first before i die
Peace, Love, Hang ten California dreaming of a perfect wave
Son now take care, don't they warn ya, man there's gonna come a rave
California waiting for a girl on a train
I'll think of her in the sunken blue, in the month of May
I'll wait for her as the storm comes screaming through my veins
Peace, Love, Hang ten California dreaming of a perfect wave
Floating downstream, unconscious, waiting for a girl on a train
Peace, Love, Hang ten California dreaming of the perfect wave
Son now take care, don't they warn ya, man there's gonna come a rave
California wearing yourself thin
California wearing yourself thin
California waiting for a girl on a train
I think of her
Fire me up, acetylene
She's the rust in my gun
Sweep me up, I'm done
Floating downstream, unconscious, waiting for a girl on a train
Radios and Cadillacs
Satellite in the sky
Kiss me first before i die
Son now take care, don't they warn ya, man there's gonna come a rave
California waiting for a girl on a train
I'll wait for her as the storm comes screaming through my veins
Floating downstream, unconscious, waiting for a girl on a train
Peace, Love, Hang ten California dreaming of the perfect wave
Son now take care, don't they warn ya, man there's gonna come a rave
California wearing yourself thin
California wearing yourself thin
California waiting for a girl on a train
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How can no one have commented on this? It's such an amazing song!
Well one reason why nobody would have responded is because the lyrics as of now are badly mangled into incomprehensible nonsense.
Plasticene is normally coloured in bright colours designed to appeal to young children. His thoughts of her aren't realistic. She's a fantasy or a mermaid.
He's working in an automotive shop but he's thinking about how it's been a long time since he last saw her and he hasn't made love to anyone else in the intervening time. F
His mind is still glazed over with nostalgic associations as he waits for her to arrive. He's just marking time until he sees her again.
He's still distracted in the automotive shop, his mood elevated by the thought of seeing her again.
Underneath his relaxed bliss at knowing she'll soon be there, there's pent up sexual frustration.
The waiting is getting on his nerves
Heroin. Song is obviously about heroin.