Gary Myrick - Guitar, Talk, Love, & Drums Lyrics

You seem, you seem primitive
Thank you for the compliment
I like many things now
For the moment I say this

I need guitar, talk, love and drums
I need guitar, talk, love and drums

Hang out with the laundry
Scrub your faces clean
Noisy liberation, temptation
And the chorus sings

We need guitar, talk, love and drums
And my sisters and brothers sing
Guitar, talk, love and drums

You drive, you drive me lazy
(You drive me lazy like I'm a telephone not home to bake)
I'm tired and I fall asleep
(The bread so clean on easy)
(Silk feet, up, down, sex on)
Mister, Mister Philosophy
(Wide-screen TV while a Popsicle man slides on stilts)
Don't give me what I can't keep
(Screaming easily against the beat, can't stand the heat)

We need guitar, talk, love and drums
We need guitar, talk, love and drums
Guitar, talk, love and drums
Guitar, talk, love and drums

Guitar, talk, love and drums
Guitar, talk, love and drums
Guitar, talk, love and drums
Guitar, talk, love and drums

I think I can, yes, I can
I think I can, yes, I can
Therefore it's true

Guitar, talk, love and drums
Guitar, talk, love and drums
Guitar, talk, love and drums
Guitar, talk, love and drums