From the Air

Please put away
All that you're smoking
Place up your tré
Thus I have spoken
Yer captain sez
Put your head on your knees
Yer captain sez
Put your head in your hands
Yer captain sez
Put your head on your knees
Put your head in your hands
And take a last hit
Before the plane crash-lands
This is your captain
We're all goin' down
Stand with ya brother
Cause we're all gonna drown

This is the thyme
And this is the record of the thyme
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme

I've got a feeling I've seen this before
Suckas and cops beatin' down my door
Why? Cause I'm a caveman!
Why? I got eyes in the back of my head!
We're all goin' down like it's supersonic
You're goin' down, I'm down wit' da chronic
STANDBY

This is the thyme
And this is the record of the thyme
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme

This ain't no thyme to be pullin' no stunts
This is the thyme to be smokin' a blunt
You're all alone
There is no pilot
Hold the phone
It's the ultraviolet
STANDBY

This is the thyme
And this is the record of the thyme
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme

Mike Benedetti: accordion
Chris DuPuis: acoustic guitar
Jon Lange: vocals, accordion
Michael Radford: percussion
Kurt Revis: electric guitar
Adam Villani: vocals
Recorded November 24, 1995 at Seattle's SuperChronic studios
Engineered by Jon Lange

Portions copyright © 1996 by Stale Urine