Song parody of
Butterscotch
by Ross Wylde
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Fever dreaming 'bout a steller's call
Evergreens don't grow in Cardonal
So I don't feel close to you
And maybe that's good for me
Cause I've been down and out and broke my spine
I can talk about that any time
And you're so good at asking
And I'm certain that's good for me
Never felt so warm in winter
Never knew how sweet the smell of Jeffrey pine
To be so close to all these lips and eyes
And still feel so alone way deep inside
You've convinced me when the days are hot
The air in Quincy smells like butterscotch
John Martyn singing in the village green
"Happy as a man can naturally be"
Without Mary Jane, sugar cane, slipped between the bars
If I weren't so inane, I'd let you fly and wouldn't try so hard
So feed the dragon on the sunrise stove
This little green house is always caught without its clothes
When snow falls, these little walls are colder than the eyes
Of every burned-out lover who used to keep another warm at night
Sun on my face in winter
A crack in the ice. Quick! get down on all fours
I only have to let you talk
Now the water's warm and the trees are butterscotch
As sure as live oaks keep their leaves
As strong as roots that spread down underneath
Appreciated for your weakest parts
Segregated for the things you aren't
And there are so many things I'll never be
How did you make peace with it so easily?
Morning shouts with the sounds of trains
This city makes shadows and your redwood trees make shade
Filling up an empty thought
With the warmest word for me, butterscotch
Fever dreaming 'bout a steller's call
Evergreens don't grow in Cardonal
So I don't feel close to you
And maybe that's good for me
Cause I've been down and out and broke my spine
I can talk about that any time
And you're so good at asking
And I'm certain that's good for me
Never felt so warm in winter
Never knew how sweet the smell of Jeffrey pine
To be so close to all these lips and eyes
And still feel so alone way deep inside
You've convinced me when the days are hot
The air in Quincy smells like butterscotch
John Martyn singing in the village green
"Happy as a man can naturally be"
Without Mary Jane, sugar cane, slipped between the bars
If I weren't so inane, I'd let you fly and wouldn't try so hard
So feed the dragon on the sunrise stove
This little green house is always caught without its clothes
When snow falls, these little walls are colder than the eyes
Of every burned-out lover who used to keep another warm at night
Sun on my face in winter
A crack in the ice. Quick! get down on all fours
I only have to let you talk
Now the water's warm and the trees are butterscotch
As sure as live oaks keep their leaves
As strong as roots that spread down underneath
Appreciated for your weakest parts
Segregated for the things you aren't
And there are so many things I'll never be
How did you make peace with it so easily?
Morning shouts with the sounds of trains
This city makes shadows and your redwood trees make shade
Filling up an empty thought
With the warmest word for me, butterscotch
