The text on this track comes off a B-side from one of [Putnam Aldrich's](http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Putnam_Aldrich) (my great-grandfather) records. He was a harpsichordist, a professor at Stanford, a chain smoker, and apparently had a sense…

Long car rides through the corn. Leave me angry and torn. And my lap covered in ashes. I drive through small towns. With my windows down. Dreaming of fatal car crashes. Somehow I can't decide what to do with the night. Cursing at…

lyrics: i got a hot date and you know i don't wanna be late i need a ride to the bowling alley get ready cuz here i come put my new skirt on chewing peppermint gum did my eyebrows fresh white musk on my neck part my hair to the right cuz its…

this vocal arrangement only made the cutting room floor. full instrumentalized version forthcoming. i just wanted this arrangement its own chance at life!

High Heeled Shoe got a polish.