Wet (Prickly) Peaches vol.2
What Jefferson Airplane would sound like as a haunting psychedelic ode to radical intimacy. Vol. 2, because some songs are cheekier than others.
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[Verse 1] Nothing like the cool crisp day, Here in the dear S.F. Bay. Wriggle in my lap, Begging for a slap. Darling, prickly peaches, Dreaming of soft scratches. [Chorus] Stuffing, stretching, sliding, steaming, Spoon-feeding feral riding. [Verse 2] Fingers linger, quivers mutter, Sucking soaked in shadow’s flutter. Writhing gazes, dripping mazes, Hardened truths in molten phases. [Chorus] Thumbsuck, bucking, Our luck, darling. Nothing but heels, Wrapped in what we feel. [Bridge] Slapping faces, chewing ears, Hurting is our only fear. Fingerbang me slow, mean, Until my soul is seen. [Outro] Wet peaches call, Let the magic fall, Feel it, heal it, Give into it all. — Title: Wet Peaches (A Psychedelic Ode to Intimacy) [Intro] (Haunting organ swirls, echoing vocals hum like a distant chant) Nothing like the cool crisp day… Here in the dear S F Bay… [Verse 1] Wriggle in my lap, Begging for a slap. Darling prickly peaches, Dreaming oh soft scratches. [Pre-Chorus] Stuffing, stretching, sliding, steaming, Spoon-feeding feral, riding dreaming. Fingers linger, quivers mutter, Sucking soaked, the air feels utter. [Chorus] Wet peaches call, Through dripping mazes, we fall. Hardened, swollen, undone, In the magic depth of one. [Verse 2] Writhing gazes, Dripping mazes. Thumbsuck bucking, Our luck, darling. [Bridge] Nothing and heels, Wrapped in what we feel. Slapping faces, chewing ears, Hurting is our only fear. [Chorus] Wet peaches call, Through dripping mazes, we fall. Hardened, swollen, undone, In the magic depth of one. [Outro] Fingerbang me slow, mean… Until my soul is seen. Darling, the crisp Bay breeze, Washes over our fleeting pleas. (The melody crescendos, fading into soft whispers and distant echoing laughter) — [Verse 1] Nothing like the cool crisp day, Here in the dear S F Bay. Wriggle in my lap, Begging for a slap. [Chorus] Darling prickly peaches, Dreaming, oh soft scratches. Stuffing, stretching, sliding, steaming, Spoon feeding, feral riding. [Verse 2] Fingers linger, quivers mutter, Sucking soaked, dripping shutters. Writhing gazes, Dripping mazes. [Chorus] Darling prickly peaches, Dreaming, oh soft scratches. Stuffing, stretching, sliding, steaming, Spoon feeding, feral riding. [Bridge] Hardened. Swollen. Thumbsuck bucking, Our luck, darling. Nothing and heels, Wrapped in what we feel. [Verse 3] Slapping faces, chewing ears, Hurting is our only fear. Fingerbang me slow, mean— Until my soul is seen. [Outro] Darling prickly peaches, Dreaming, oh soft scratches… — Wet Peaches (To the tune of “White Rabbit”) Nothing like the cool crisp day Here in the dear S.F. Bay Wriggle softly in my lap Begging, pleading for a slap Darling, prickly peaches, Dreaming of soft scratches. Stuffing, stretching, sliding, steaming, Spoon-fed whispers, feral meaning. Fingers linger—quivers mutter— Sucking soaked through every shutter. Writhing gazes, dripping mazes, Hardened hearts, the heat amazes. Thumbsuck, bucking, spin our luck, Darling, nothing’s quite enough. Nothing but heels, Wrapped in what we feel. Slapping faces, chewing fears, Hurting’s all we ever fear. Fingerbang me slow, obscene— Until my soul is fully seen. — Wet Peaches (to the tune of “White Rabbit”) [Verse 1] Nothing like the cool crisp day Here in the dear S.F. Bay Whispers tangled in the air Wriggle in my lap, if you dare [Verse 2] Darling prickly peaches bite Dreaming oh, soft scratches light Stuffing, stretching, sliding, steaming Spoon-feeding feral, fevered scheming [Chorus] Fingers linger, quivers mutter Sucking soaked, we melt and shutter Dripping mazes, writhing gazes Through the fog, our love amazes [Bridge (haunting and slow)]: Hardened, swollen, thumbsuck bucking Twisted fate, our luck is plucking Nothing, heels, and bound by steel Wrapped inside the ways we feel [Verse 3] (builds intensity) Slapping faces, chewing ears Hurting is our only fear Fingerbang me slow and mean Until my soul is clearly seen [Outro] Wet peaches call, they pull me under Drowning deep in velvet thunder Surrendering to magic’s reach Wet peaches teach, wet peaches teach… (final refrain fades out hauntingly with layered echoes of “teach… teach… teach…”) — Wet Peaches (To the tune of “White Rabbit”) Nothing like the cool crisp day / Here in the dear S.F. Bay / Wriggle in my lap, my dear / Begging for a slap, no fear. Chorus: And the peaches will enchant you / Dripping soft, yet sharp as knives / And the feelings come unbridled / To remind us we’re alive. Darling, prickly peaches call / Dreaming of the softest scratches / Stretching, sliding, steaming raw / Feeding feral passion matches. Fingers linger, quivers mutter / Sucking soaked, our senses flutter / Writhing gazes, mazes dripping / Every boundary, slowly slipping. Chorus: And the peaches will compel you / Deep inside the magic spell / And the ride is never ending / As we tumble down the well. Hardened, swollen, thumbsuck, bucking / Twisting fate in luck, still loving / Slapping faces, chewing ears / Our only fear is not these tears. Fingerbang me slow, so mean / Until my soul is finally seen / In nothing but these tender heels / Wrapped in what we dare to feel. Outro: And the peaches… keep on dripping… Let the peaches… see you through… When your hunger… meets surrender… Wet peaches… will guide you too.
