Guns in the Closet

In this new version of the classic Vladimir song I used elements from various early recordings, but gave it a reggae twist. The spoken back-up features long-time collaborator Joe C. Schweinbagel which I snagged from the first demo version of the song recorded on July 15, 1989. I was never fully satisfied with the lyrics, so I revised them for this latest version.

His oracles are much too cryptic
he's in a bathrobe on the stairway drinking soda pop
hot water drips from the shower
he's waiting for the revolution riding the bus every day
there are bugs in his apartment
there are guns in his closet
and he's waiting for the landlord to fix the faucet
marshmallow maple syrup Marx & Engels
sardines and socialism
caffeine and nihilism
his eyes are full of wonder
his heart full of hope
his mind is a sponge
it's 100 degrees
he has a nightmare:
this hand smells like mercy
this hand tastes like pain
razor wire and goose-stepping
and a bullet to the brain