sugar ´n spikes þarký sözü

´n sugar ´n spikes ´n neon lights
´n walks ´n lights ´n chains coughin´ smoke whoopin´ hope
cardinal sky rush by falls bark in dark
fall back in dark
pies steam stale shoes move broom ´n pale
moon in uh dime store sale
sugar ´n spikes ´n everything nice ´n everything nice ´n crazy
that´s what little worlds are made of lady
i´m paid up in home in ´m new friday´s house
there´s no h on my faucet there´s no bed for m´ mouse
my punch ´n grow mind in diamond back time
now it´s king for uh day with my lady look fine
got m´ peakin´ up hat ´n my caramel mask
tremelo car got m´ speidel wrist round m´ honey
goin´ t´ see the navy blue vicar
paul peter ´n misses wray flicker

interestingly, i received email from a peter wray, who might just be the fellow mentioned above in the song. here´s a chunk of his email.

"my only claim to fame was being mentioned in one of his songs (sugar n spikes). how i got in the lyrics i don´t know except that i met beefheart on tour in columbus ohio in 1968 or 69."

"i remember that one of my friends in college got one of the first issues of tmr - when warners included the lyric sheet - and came running into my room yelling and insisting that i somehow had done something directly to get in the song. i couldn´t convince him otherwise."