Shakes and French Fries
A farmer's crop dies and she sighs
Oh whoa is me this is a tragedy
A wise neighbor's reply is
Maybe so maybe not we shall see
Who's to say what that crop would yield
By its death what might better be revealed
An imagination needs a lot of exercise
Good and bad things equally are blessings in disguise
Let's meditate while we wait with our third eyes
As the tingsha bell rings a fading tone
Long and lone with overtones
So to goes all knowledge of the knowns and unknown unknowns
These things keep happening whether or not they should
It's so hard to say if what's happening is good
We're connected through entangled ties
We're performing plots angels and demons did devise
Be grateful for the blessings you see in disguise
Sent from Heaven high up above or from Hell below the bottom of love
Earth angel cries when young love dies
But foolishness can come to be a blessing in disguise
The future's not for us to fantasize
The river runs by quick without saying its goodbyes
The devil surely gets you if you plagiarize
The future is a blessing in a disguise
People with high IQs like to improvise
They can play by ear cause they can harmonize
But they can also keep you gaslit telling you the boldest lies
Intelligence might be their blessing in disguise
Crossroads are blessings in disguise
Dancing in a diner where they're serving shakes and French fries
Reminiscing 'bout the days of old guys
Rock and roll's a blessing wearing a disguise
Constellations move in time around the skies
Round the skies
Eternity is no consolation prize
No special prize
The present isn't where the past dies
Presents are blessings in disguise
So don't be jealous of what anyone else might get
How it turns out for them isn't known quite yet
Spirits will materialize just when you realize
You ask who's there behind their eyes
No one replies
Sent from Heaven high up above or from Hell below the bottom of love
Earth angel cries when young love dies
But foolishness can come to be a blessing in disguise
The future's not for us to fantasize
The river runs by quick without saying its goodbyes
The devil surely gets you if you plagiarize
The future is a blessing in a disguise
People with high IQs like to improvise
They can play by ear cause they can harmonize
But they can also keep you gaslit telling you the boldest lies
Intelligence might be their blessing in disguise
Crossroads are blessings in disguise
Dancing in a diner where they're serving shakes and French fries
Reminiscing 'bout the days of old guys
Rock and roll's a blessing wearing a disguise
Oh whoa is me this is a tragedy
A wise neighbor's reply is
Maybe so maybe not we shall see
Who's to say what that crop would yield
By its death what might better be revealed
An imagination needs a lot of exercise
Good and bad things equally are blessings in disguise
Let's meditate while we wait with our third eyes
As the tingsha bell rings a fading tone
Long and lone with overtones
So to goes all knowledge of the knowns and unknown unknowns
These things keep happening whether or not they should
It's so hard to say if what's happening is good
We're connected through entangled ties
We're performing plots angels and demons did devise
Be grateful for the blessings you see in disguise
Sent from Heaven high up above or from Hell below the bottom of love
Earth angel cries when young love dies
But foolishness can come to be a blessing in disguise
The future's not for us to fantasize
The river runs by quick without saying its goodbyes
The devil surely gets you if you plagiarize
The future is a blessing in a disguise
People with high IQs like to improvise
They can play by ear cause they can harmonize
But they can also keep you gaslit telling you the boldest lies
Intelligence might be their blessing in disguise
Crossroads are blessings in disguise
Dancing in a diner where they're serving shakes and French fries
Reminiscing 'bout the days of old guys
Rock and roll's a blessing wearing a disguise
Constellations move in time around the skies
Round the skies
Eternity is no consolation prize
No special prize
The present isn't where the past dies
Presents are blessings in disguise
So don't be jealous of what anyone else might get
How it turns out for them isn't known quite yet
Spirits will materialize just when you realize
You ask who's there behind their eyes
No one replies
Sent from Heaven high up above or from Hell below the bottom of love
Earth angel cries when young love dies
But foolishness can come to be a blessing in disguise
The future's not for us to fantasize
The river runs by quick without saying its goodbyes
The devil surely gets you if you plagiarize
The future is a blessing in a disguise
People with high IQs like to improvise
They can play by ear cause they can harmonize
But they can also keep you gaslit telling you the boldest lies
Intelligence might be their blessing in disguise
Crossroads are blessings in disguise
Dancing in a diner where they're serving shakes and French fries
Reminiscing 'bout the days of old guys
Rock and roll's a blessing wearing a disguise
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Writer(s): Gregory Davis Jr.
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