Sex Drive (Live)

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sex drive reminds me of the “adams morgan years.” 9davine played cafe lautrec on the first floor and private parties on the third floor (which sometimes spilled out onto the roof). this song was a crowd favorite for its video game feel and fast rapping style. my favorite part of the song is where it flips over and becomes a punk song at the end. no one would see that coming and i would trash my guitar every time we got there. i remember the night we had so many people in the room that the windows were completely fogged over and all of our instruments were falling out of tune from the heat. that’s what you hear in this recording. i wish we had a few mics in the audience for a better sense of the chaos.

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sex drive

sex drive
feeling like the next dive
into your soul hole i unfold
so fine
can’t believe you ain’t mine
bold as the untold
bold as the unsold

time gone sour
time gone sour
can’t believe we’re in the 25th hour
raw ring finger
sad soul singer
looking for a dance where the beat still lingers
i’m walking like i’m talking to my destiny
with a stride swinging loud like the best of me
i feel like nothing really sparks my day
like the child-hecka-smile of my baby today
and who gonna know if i hide in the shade?
if she ever come back, gonna throw a parade
something sly to get her high
the smell of my lover tattooed my thigh
yeah, this is what i mean, anti-trigger machine
straight shooting love where it was last seen
why you gotta be where my eyes can’t see?
sweetback, same track, get with me

sex drive
feeling like the next dive
into your soul hole i unfold
so fine
can’t believe you ain’t mine
bold as the untold
bold as the unsold

time gone sour
time gone sour
can’t believe we’re in the 25th hour
loose luck crazy
scene grown hazy
how we gonna purify love torn lazy?
and where is the trick
who got me sick?
thought you were joking when you slipped me a mick
but you still hear the knock when the back door’s locked
i traded in love for a penny, hot damn
i guess i deserve all the feelings unnerved
sold out my soul for the love of a curve
sold my guitar
wrecked my car
and only a lover coulda pushed me afar
from where i was
your next buzz
nothing gets me off like your body does
you be the moon
and i’ll be the cloud
shit, dropped the key
you ain’t coming out, cuz

sex drive
feeling like the next dive
into your soul hole i unfold
so fine
can’t believe you ain’t mine
bold like the untold
bold like the unsold

pretty baby
you shoulda come home last night
pretty baby
you shoulda come home last night
why you fooling me?
you’re only fooling you.
last night
last night
while you’re fooling me, baby
you’re only fooling you

mumble my way through the outro…

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