Peace & Love Lyrics - Camper Van Beethoven - Camper Van Beethoven

Restless, three days without sleep, his mind wrapped in barely perceptible haze, he continues east, shaking, despite the stuttering convulsions and near death throes of his endearing 1962 chevro 

Storm follows him closely as it has for 3 days. in the pouring rain on the long dark highways he sees roadside casualty armadillos on their backs and owls and bats fly out of the his eyes into t 

Inding horizon. 

Despite the solitude of his dear car he feels he is being watched by more than just the curious deer and west texas highway transients. at dawn, he begins to feel the first nearly imperceptible 

Of the drugs taking effect. he crosses the border east into new mexico. there is now no question in his mind about the flavor of the coffee and the sardonic smile of the crusty over made waitre 

S he's crossing more than 2 states at once, his watch stops. he picks up a hitchhiker, some young lady, but unfortunately, as he's been expecting, the car breaks down in an abandoned shanty town 

N only as brubaker. 

"just remember," she says. "i'm holding you responsible for all this" he cringes at the tone of her voice. a quick glance in the rear view mirror reveals to him the vision of 

3rd unattached eyeball. a star of dried cream at the bottom of the styrofoam cup on the dashboard smiles at him and somehow, in her loneliness and boredom, her twelve-pack dwindling in the midda 

T, he forces her into sex. 

The chevrolet temporarily fixed, they drift on and fall upon a small bar in no place specific. drunk by evening, she complains of morning sickness and by morning has noticeably grown in size. 2 

Later, still heading east towards the holy angelic temple he has been envisioning in his sleep, she is 9 months pregnant. later that day she gives birth to their son. 

Born with gingham snakeskin cowboy boots and three umbilical cords he is within hours cursing his parents in some otherworldly alien language. and he mutters in perfect english in his sleep, whi 

Cking his mothers breast, his twisted utopian visions. she looks at him terrified and says, "remember, I'm holding you responsible for all of this. 

Left channel lyrics: 

Peace and love 

Love and anger 

Brotherly love 

Brotherly love 

I though I had something to say 

But I forgot what it was 

I'm gonna try and say it anyway 

Too much ginseng 

Makes me nervous 

Organization 

Shortened sounds 

Too much ginger 

Takes me over 

John the baptist 

Comes to mind 

I've got to drive faster 

The road is falling 

In front of my eyes 

I've got to drive faster 

If I want to get home 

If I don't look where I'm going 

[blah blah blah blah] I'm gonna get [blah] 

If I don't look where I'm going 

[blah blah blah blah) I'm gonna get [blah] 

I've got to drive faster 

The road is falling 

In front of my eyes 

I've got to drive faster 

If I want to get home 

Right channel lyrics: 

Too much open space 

Makes me nervous 

Too much ginseng 

A [blah] wide open 

Then a [blah blah blah] his face 

Then a doctor [blah] fucking open spaces 

Give some cowboys some acid 

Many [blah] 

Makes me nervous 

Nothing seems right now 

Too many open spaces 

Yes wyoming 

Makes me nervous 

Someone ought to go up to wyoming 

And open up some fucking open spaces 

And call her some hotel rooms 

And look at the turf in the open spaces 

Don't say it's fattening 

Be careful what you're doing 

You can do anything 

Yeah you can do anything 

I said you can do anything 

You don't know what you're doing 

Or don't do anything at all 

Because there are wide open spaces 

[blah blah] and children 

[blah blah] horizon 

They're on acid 

They don't know what they're doing 

So they can do anything 

I wonder where those cowboys are 

I wonder where those cowboys are