Living Room from Eponymous by James Daniel Nelson

We sit in my living room, pass a blunt back and forth

Bugs Bunny and the loony toons keep us laughing till we're hoarse

Bloodshot eyes, yellow fingers, loo, the magic mist still lingers

We sit in my living room again and again



Summer nights in Central Park, at our favorite buddha spot

Waiting here till after dark, right by where that kid got shot (There's 5 oh) You can see the blood stain...Officer, we can explain why we're all in Central Park again and again



Nothing good can come of this constant lighting of the green leaf

Nothing good can come of this, I'm lifted now, beyond belief

I don't think it's that bad yet... what was I saying, I forget

We sit in my living room again and again

• 70s Style
• Classic Rock
• Country
• Singer-songwriter
• baby boomers
• Holly Springs