I’m roaming like a buffalo
With a footprint that’s twentyfold
And a Bible called The Lonely Planet
That always tells me where to go
Maybe we can go to the temple
Drink the wisdom that’s been passed down the years
I could go for a spiritual experience
After maybe 4 or 5 beers
All the sunburnt tourists
Waiting out the rain
Watching Tribbiani over and over and over again
All the brave little tourists
Modern pioneers
Taking selfies they’ll be ashamed of in seven years
Ahh take me to the ashram
Maybe I can clear my head
And if I’m not awakened in the ashram
I’ll get a good photo instead
Cuz I’m addicted to amenities
And I have been since I could crawl
Ya I’m a sad-ass motherfucker
Who doesn’t know anything at all
All the orange tourists
Behind the resort walls
Drinking margaritas garlanded with parasols
And humanitourists
Don’t forget your name
You lay cement for two weeks, doesn’t make you Ghanaian (gaa-nei-uhn)
Wanderlust
Let’s put the “lust” in wanderlust
All the rugged tourists
Braving the terrain
Going seven days without a single frappé
All the cruising tourists
Docking at the bay
Grab your little trinket
Back on deck, call it a day
All us eager tourists
Not all that unique
One thing we have in common
Can’t seem to find what we seek, what we seek
credits
from 45,
released August 28, 2020
Music written by Places Erupt
Lyrics written by Lee Piazza
Bass played by Omar Shabbar
Recorded by Mike Legere at Root Down Studios
Mixed by Mike Legere
Mastered by Kristian Montano
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