Luther Monday & The Magic Hammer: Music

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The Couch that I Adore
The furniture wasn’t dancing like she pictured it would when she brought him home for the first time. _
But everybody liked him enough cause he cleaned up real nice; he was quick with a punch-line. _
The roof still leaked and the phone still rang. The plants still died and the bills still came _
and august was gone like a snow-cone in the sunshine. _
We can’t join him and we can’t beat ‘im you gotta love ‘im. but who’s gonna fee‘im. _
Drummer’s hair and poets dreams, are all trapped there within the seams.

of the couch that I adore. It’s been my bed beforeThe couch that I adore _
Europe taught her a lot she was kind of a snot, when she lived on her own she was hair brained. _
It took a couple of weeks to get her on to her feet, on our couch when you sleep you are fair game. _
In between each nap we took, the windows stuck and the pipes still shook _
and summer was gone like a sand-castle in the rain _
we can’t join ‘im & we can’t beat ‘im; you gotta love ‘im, but who’s gonna feed ‘im _
Drummer’s hair and poets dreams are all trapped there within the seams _
of the couch that I adore. It’s been my bed before; the couch that I adore. _
Some of us got checks from mom. The yard still looked like Viet Nam _
in a neighborhood where we belonged like an eagle in an airplane. _
Should anyone bring home a stray, that couch is where they lay. _
Drummer’s dreadlocks and poets dreams are all trapped there within the seams _
of the couch that I adore. It’s been my bed before; the couch that I adore. _Lu Monday