Blues On An Inca Night

Blues For Bootzilla

There have been times when I've thought of you

When an old letter or a picture brought you back into

view

And I'd recall what has passed and the things I've

missed

After that trip to the beach

On your front porch, our first kiss

We would get messed up with all the girls and boys

All in love with each other and our drugs of choice

And I remember all those fucked-up times

Just like the books we learned

And all the words that rhymed

And Bootzilla was my main, main man

Just a bass player in a bad-ass funk band

And on nights that were steamy and hot

I would take you out dancing

'Til we got our rocks off

And I knew

Just looking at you

I knew that our dreams would all come true

And on top of it all,

I've got the blues for Bootzilla, too

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I can remember those crazy nights

When I would pick you up and you'd look just right

We'd smoke a joint and go see our latest favorite

band

All obsessed with each other

Couldn't see it getting out of hand

In restaurants full of losers and cops

We would do cocaine right off the table tops

We were high and wild and without concern

'Cos we knew where to score

While all the losers got burned

There are some ghosts out there that still haunt me

And there are still demons out there to taunt me

Just like a bass line thumping through the latest hit

song

I could feel it in my bones

But my mind was all wrong

But I knew

Just looking at you

I knew that our dreams would all come true

And on top of it all,

I've got the blues for Bootzilla, too

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You know, funk music just died, I guess

Like rock 'n' roll and all the rest

Maybe it was killed by something like rap

Or go-go or hip-hop

Or something like that

And then you just softly slipped away

I turned around and you were gone as fast as night

turns to day

Into that sea of sorrows you took our life raft

While I drown in a puddle

And the fat man laughs

It's on nights like tonight that I'm thinking that

I wish that the earth was really flat

I'd write all the notes I could send

Go out and buy a speedboat

And blast right off the end

Out into the blue

Just thinking of you

I knew that our dreams would all come true

And on top of it all,

I've got the blues for Bootzilla, too