It's My Trip

The next song on the new release "This Machine Eats Bacon" was fun to perform. The lyrics are meant to be childish nonsense and the chorus is simple, but so catchy that everybody sang along. I almost didn't include it on the collection, but it was such a part of my live performances and usually would be heard when I'd play the weekly open stage night at Cross Street Station.

The original version appeared on my tape "Children with Pets". This version is from a live performance at radio station WQBR-Ypsilanti on Rob McLean's Collide-a-Scope programme. Jimmigator Nichols played drums. My remix features some trippy delay effects and backward messages.

I looked up and saw a little bird
the little bird told me a special word
the word was "love"
it was written on his head
then someone shot him
now he's dead

Yeah, Yeah, it's my trip
I don't care cuz I'm too hip

I saw you and you saw me
you saw me up in a tree
in my hand I held a rose
but I fell down and hurt my nose

Yeah, Yeah, it's my trip
I don't care cuz I'm too hip

There is something in my eye
love and peace will never die
hatred is a compliment
fear is just an accident

Yeah, Yeah, it's my trip
I don't care cuz I'm too hip