[phlatbeats]

a little poem about how us sun fiends live. =] by me.

--California Breath

The Californa breath takes up your time..
just like the sons and daughters of summer,
we're lazy
we've got it easy.
We don't know a thing
about your Southern humidities,
your Eastern fridgities.

We're breathing for
humanity, for glam,
for business, for style.
We're breathing,
we're trying,
for a little bit of sanity.

California's got us breathing...
on demand.
Air grabs you by the collar,
orders you..
TAKE IT SLOW!
Where are you going?
What's the hurry?

And by then,
you're breathing in a frenzy!
Jump on the interstate,
come on come ON,
It's time to go!
Don't you have a scheduel?

California laughs..
slaps you on the back,
wherever you are.

"Didn't I tell you to take it slow?"

All you need is one sigh,
the sun sinking down,
under Hollywood hills.

We're famous for our breathing...
you know.
Not like something you can control,
California intake and exhale.

California breathing,
Yeah,
it takes up a lot of your time.
With so much to do,
it's the only thing
California leaves
waiting in your lungs...
for you.

[beth]