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Lyrics:
Paper Scratcher
Recorded at: London Bridge Studio, Seattle (Feb - June 1992) " It
was about this guy we used to see all the time -he was a homeless
guy, that was right around where Shannon lived. He would have these
magazines or catalogs -ripping pages out of- scratching
stull off of-like the private parts of the people. Really odd. He
was obviously mentally ill..." Rogers Stevens from the book "A devil on One Shoulder
and an Angel on The Other" by Greg Prato
"Paper
Scratcher is about a guy I met in LA. After a year, I ran into him
again and he did not remember me. So I told him if he said 'Hey
Shannon" when I go to work, I'd give him a dollar. I saw him
last week, he didn't remember, and he told me his name was James
Taylor. If you don't have any responsability, it's hard to stay
sane" Shannon Hoon taken from
the Angle Vol 3, N°10 (October 1992) |
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Shuffle can to can nobody really gives a damn For every living day I give myself a hand Now I’m scroungy as can be I got all you normals looking at me I’ll scratch a hole in my life So everyone can see My mind is a mind that I have come to know And my eyes can’t conceive a world that can not grow And Fridays are always fresh days Screamin’ at the sun, don’t really Know what he has done He don’t believe in God and a world as one So he rambles through the weeds And he will sleep beneath the trees On the day I die, Thank God my Soul will be released I’ve seen all your eyes And I’ve seen all your faces Can you tell me honestly that you wanna be free Then look in my eyes I’ve been lots of places Can you tell me honestly that you’d want to be me Honestly |