BW Johnson - French Kiss Lessons Lyrics

The shriek of the thunder, the shrill whining moan
On the wind as I drift from home
Something under my bed at night
Shuffle of the flower-boards and the creek of the mice
Only count to ten and see what I get
Nothing but darkness filling my eyes again
Wind keeps a-howlin', rain patters down
Patterns swirl of ebony curls as sleep pats me down
I'll leech on the water, feed on the flesh
Listen to the clouds and see what I can get
The answer is zero, unthinkable
The unnamable nothingness, unknown
'Cause I choose the left path, slight askew
I choose to listen to the crowd and not to you
I look at the background, away from the light
I cook my thoughts away from the embers tonight
Hey that's me over there in the dark
Sneaking around, touching the ground, putting soil into parts
Like grains of sand I only think I can count
There's a twist in here which I shan't recount
Solid gold in my nose dropping every hour
I'm gonna plug it up and howl
What's the point in metaphor if there's nothing that it's doing for?
If I had the answer then I'd stop all this push and pull back and forth
French kiss lessons from my neighbor the crook
Taught me how to learn without no books
I grew up on the ocean, sea legs and all
I learnt to be focused in classroom halls
I been a player, swinging it around
Bathroom stalls and cocaine dolls keep me safe and sound
I'm pretty much nothing but empty and sane
How sad is it for me to think that I'm just ok!