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Radio XXXII, side B, track 4: “Hole In My Shoe” by Traffic

Traffice - Hole In My ShoeOh, Traffic, as I listened to this for probably the first time since I recorded it off the radio, only one thought was going through my head:  “Jesus Christ, you guys were HIIIIIIIIIGH!”  When a song starts out talking about how an elephant’s eye was staring at you from the sky while it was sitting in a bubblegum tree. . .that’s some trippy shit, Traffic.  I’ve made it clear that I’ve always been more square than a Mitt Romney/Al Gore love child, so clearly this song is way beyond my ken.

Oh, I enjoy it, Traffic, absolutely.  And there’s always a part of me that wonders if my writing, and hell, maybe even my life in general, would have been improved if I’d partaken in more of the sweet, sweet cheeba (yeah, that’s right, I said cheeba.  It was on a song on “Loc-ed After Dark”, even though I didn’t know what it meant at the time.).  But as we’ve already discussed, Traffic, I haven’t had a good history with the marijuana, and frankly, the few other times I tried it when it didn’t cause horrifying hallucinations, it just made me feel dumb.  So while I’m not saying my writings and musings are works of genius or anything, if I added another layer of unintelligibility to them, God help us all.  Plus, and my wife would agree with this, I don’t need another excuse to eat two whole bags of Doritos in one sitting.

But hey, more power to you and all your peers who can make amazing works of art through heavy clouds of pot smoke and whatever other illicit substances you’re using.  Including Doritos.  And bonus points for finding that creepy, polite kid to narrate his albatross ride.  I’ll be having nightmares about that one for a week.

“Hole In My Shoe”

I looked to the sky where
An elephant’s eye
Was looking at me
From a bubblegum tree

And all that I knew was
The hole in my shoe which
Was letting in watah
(Letting in watah)
(Letting in watah)

I walked through a field
That just wasn’t real where
One hundred tin soldiers
Which stood with my shoulder

And all that I knew was
The hole in my shoe which
Was letting in watah
(Letting in watah)
(Letting in watah)

I climbed on the back of a giant albatross
Which flew through a crack in the cloud
To a place where happiness reigned
All year ’round and music played ever so loudly

I started to fall
And suddenly woke
And the dew on the grass
Had soaked through my coat

And all that I knew was
The hole in my shoe which
Was letting in watah
(Letting in watah)
(Letting in watah)

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

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