Hazy Babies (lyrics)
Hazy Babies
I was driving alone along route 95
Lights were flashing and I started to dive
I told you I loved you and you said you loved me
And the hazy babies were nausea clothed
Oh-oh-oh don’t go-oh-oh
Don’t go oh please don’t go!
I was reading a book that made no sense
That’s when I saw a bird-cat jump the fence
I kissed you and held you and said your name
And the lazy babies were nausea clothed
Oh-oh-oh don’t go-oh-oh
Don’t go oh please don’t go!
I was taking a shower in a blizzard of dust
Everything was quiet in a town made of rust
You told me to wait till you returned to me
And the crazy babies were nausea clothed
Oh-oh-oh don’t go-oh-oh
Don’t go oh please don’t go!
I was swimming in gold on a rapier day
The sky was screaming to stay away
I couldn’t find you as I searched the streets
And the blazing babies were nausea clothed
Oh-oh-oh don’t go-oh-oh
Don’t go oh please don’t go!
I was falling through time on a flaming beach
I’d lost my way and had no more to teach
I saw you floating on a corner at noon
And the fading babies were nausea clothed
Oh-oh-oh don’t go-oh-oh
Don’t go oh please don’t go!
I’m seeing a lot of fire here. I do like the switching from hazy, lazy, crazy, blazing and fading – kind of like a camp fire from the slow start, to when you notice it going like clappers (you’re well into the whisky by then) then the embers at the end of the evening as you close your eyelids. I don’t agree with explaining song meanings too much, but do you think you know where it’s coming from?
I love the falling through time on a flaming beach, little added touch of alliteration to boot.
Nausea clothed sounds like a tricky line to sing though. I don’t like thinking i genres, but do you have one for this? I’m hearing a dark, brooding twanging electric guitar here.
I suppose you’ll have to go full circle and actually join The Mysterians now!
It’s close to a transcription from an actual dream and has to do with loss. We (the Duetones) have a melody for it but no musical accompaniment yet. The nausea line is quite natural to sing once you get into the mood for it.
Powerful stuff -loss. Been dealing with it myself in the last few months and has made me realise how little I understood about it.
My mum passed away recently, she had a beautiful apple tree in the garden (it’s still there actually), but when I learned of her diagnosis – I dreamt of an apple falling from that tree and bursting open – the saddest dream I’ve ever had.
I shall look forward to hearing the finished item. There’ll be plenty of better talent in the states of course, but if you need a bassist, 12 string rickenbacker player or someone to mix or master – give us a shout