I got high for the very first time
At fifteen with my friends
And ate some kind of veg-a-table
That’s been elusive to me since
The joint was the size of a cucumber
With an ounce of weed or more
We lit up at five to noon
And the damn thing burned ‘til four
I didn’t think I even felt that much
Until I stood up off the couch
And floated up them basement stairs
Into the heat of a dragon’s mouth
We fell back to my Mama’s house
Weary-eyed and slow
That’s where I was chowing down
When my dear old Mama come home
You never seen two stoners run so fast
Thru the backdoor, quick on our feet
Huffing and puffing like we stole something
Being anything but discreet
But we survived and high high-fived
I bought a Zebra Cake up the way
Walked around ‘til we came down
It was nothing but an innocent day
So lay off the grass
Lay off the weed
It’s not a Class One
It’s a flower from a seed
And I love flowers
Everybody does
I think of dirty pharmaceuticals
When I think of drugs
(I think about it)
I got high for the thousandth time
At twenty-five with my band
And rode around for all these years
Singing songs wearing funny hats
I’ve met a lot people suffering from all kinds of things
Hanging on by a thread
And I can relate so we would stay up late
And spend a little time out of our heads
Again and again, the best medicine
From lawyers up to hotel maids
Give an epileptic kid a little cannabis
Put some butter in a birthday cake
So lay off the grass
Lay off the weed
It’s not a mortal sin
It’s a flower from a seed
And I love flowers
Everybody does
I think of dirty pharmaceuticals
Overpriced medicinals
Escaping from a hospital
When I think of drugs
Sweet harmonies & strummed melodies; the duo delve into decades-old folk, jazz, and country to find a timeless kind of love and connection. Bandcamp New & Notable May 23, 2018
This New Haven duo write bright and emotionally resonant folk music where sweeping strings elevate gorgeous melodies. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 23, 2021