tweakin'

[eddi spgeddi]

inspired by TJ and her poem i'm only tweaking, i thought i'd dig out an old song i wrote about tweaking and give it another tweak....
its a number aptly named "tweaker" and is a little corny to read, but sounds cool when i half sing it and half rap it fast. and as with all tweaker stuff, its a work in progress. youre even invited to take on a verse if you like!





It’s a funky little rhythm, ooh I like that sound,
I’m the peakin, beacon, I don’t mind tweakin.
It’s a funky little rhythm, ooh I like that sound,
I’m the peakin, beacon, I don’t mind tweakin.

You should see it in my eyes… my pupils are dilated
And if you listen real close, my heart is palpitating
Energetic, erratic, heightened unenlightened
Again, I’m at it, you know I love the habit.
You caught me cookin in a spoon, but you couldn’t see it
And I’m talking like a loon… you better believe it
I’ll be wake till noon, bring on the beaver
I’m horny as hell… but -you -cant -tell?
I been tweakin.

It’s a funky little rhythm, ooh I like that sound,
I’m peakin, tweakin, I don’t mind thinkin.
It’s a funny little ditty; I just like the sound,
I’m the peakin, beacon, I don’t mind tweakin.

Recreational pharmacology,
Is what I’m talking about, and particularly speed.
Manic, panic, paranoid of paranoia
Again, I’m at it, you know I got to have it.
Fly with me to the moon, or high enough to see it
We can stay in the bedroom, baby please don’t tease me
I’m starting to chew, bring on the beaver
I’m as horny as hell… *sniff* what’s -that -smell?
I been tweakin.
I been tweakin

It’s a funky little rhythm, ooh I like that sound,
I’m the peakin, beacon, I don’t mind tweakin.
It’s a funky little rhythm, ooh I like that sound,
I’m peakin, tweakin, was that my phone beepin?
It’s a funky little rhythm, ooh I like that sound,
I’m peakin, yeah tweakin, but now I’m thinking.
That’s a funny stain of jism, on the couch I found,
I’m peakin... yeah tweakin... I can’t stop cleanin.

If you come into my pad, and find me in the kitchen
Doing dishes in the sink, cookin like a bitch and
The vacuum’s in the socket, a basket full washin
A handshakes not to wise coz maybe I been tossin.
I’m a tweaker
That’s what I do
And I wear sneakers

 

[Jimmy the Gun]

parainoia, laady paranoia, paranoia, laady daady deh

I've been tweekin, I've been tweekin
almost every fuckin weekend
sometimes I get to thinkin, that every thing is speekin
to me, my thought on the wall, when I get a call from a man from the mall
he said its a wrong number, yeah right, he's undercover
he's an alien in mask, about to birth my baby brother
now my baby mother's had it up to here
she's be tweekin but she don't feel the fear
"whats up dear, why ya starin through the window?"
I see the wife who's been cheeted on while I leave to bring the kids home.

 

[plazma]

Clever work. I have to say, the devotion that most tweakers give to their drug of choice, has always somewhat amused and slightly baffled me. I certainly got a chuckle out of your words though, as I think most people who've done meth could relate to the sentiments and wit they contain.

Tidy!

-plaz out-