this song was written in korea, on an apartment roof three stories up, with a guitar, in all the free time that one has when working 25 hours a week, and i must say, the seclusion was beautiful.
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I want to find a hidden cave and hide out for a century
then emerge 10 years later with my commandments etched in stone
a grizzled man and much wiser with a story that must be told
I'd post a sentry at the entrance so that I won't be disturbed
It'd take a year or two to isolate and break taboos
the third and fourth I'd set aside to methodically break down my pride
five, six, seven, eight, and nine for drinking liqueur, beer, and wine
and by year ten will have achieved a higher state of drunken zen
Course, I might decide to have one or two occasional parties
provide the place I'd found for ten or twelve of my closest acquaintances
but it took Moses most of his lifetime wandering around in the desert
and even then, according to god, the poor schmuck still didn't get it
Well, I won't strike that rock, that is I won't unless you pay me
A lifetime of service unrewarded seem to me somehow unsavory
So what do you do when you hate yourself because you hate the space you live in
So what do you do when you hate yourself because you hate the place you're in
But if I had a cave, a cave, a cave in the middle of the wilderness
but if I had a hidden cave, a cave somewhere in the wilderness
but if I had a cave, a cave, a cave in the middle of the wilderness
but if I had a hidden cave, a cave somewhere in the wilderness
oh the beard I could grow....