Dawn (Nixonian Night Trumped Up Lies) Lyrics Keith David Gittens-Jones and Josephine Electric © Expansive Sound Experiment Music 2017


Hey Dawn

What goes on?

What goes on?

What goes on?

Goes on in the middle of the night

What goes on when they touch your thighs?

What goes on in the dream of the night?

What goes on

I ain’t no lie

What goes on at night?

What goes on in the middle of the night?

When you know that you’re playing has not been right

And that you know that there are things in the night

And that you know that they may just take your life

And know that you’ve been living on the edge of the knife

And you know that that you are living with a lot of creeps

And they all want you down on your knees

What goes on?

With Dawn?

What goes on?

All night long…

Oh yeah

I know that I saw you with Ken

And know that you said that you want it again

And you said that it’s just a matter of bearing that knife

And you’re living like you’re gonna not have a life

And you that know that middle of the knighted night

That you just might hide in the thick of that…

And you know you just can’t trust that girl with the pale blue eyes

Oh oh Dawn you can’t trust that girl

With the pale blue eyes

She might take all your time

Get close to that girl

With the pale blue eyes

Yeah!

And you know that she might just take your time

And she knows that she’s living like Nixon, Nixon lie

And you know that you try so hard to hide

But you’re burning, burning, burning all inside

Oh Dawn

Last all night long

Oh I think you’re gonna be gone

You’re gonna be gone

Oh yeah yeah you’re gonna be gone

Dawn was a gentle was gentle whisper when the evening was too loud

Dawn was a gentle was gentle whisper when the evening was too loud

Now I long to hear her through the deafening cloud

Of the days that clouded the nights when we first met

And you know I am in the throes of “that little death”

And know that I am in the throes and I ain’t been found out yet

Oh yeah

And you know that you’re gonna be a thief in the night

And you know that you’re gonna live that Nixonian lie

And you know that you’re living in the Trump ol time

And you know that it’s much lie that Nixonian lie

And you know that there’s a girl in the middle of the night

And know that she lies with those pale blue eyes

Oh yeah…

Oh yeah..

Oh yeah

And you know where she lies in the NIxonian night

And you know she’s got the thighs cause she does it all right

Oh Dawn

Oh Dawn

What goes on?

All night long

What goes on?

Goes on

You know that she lies in the NIxonian night

And know that she’s living the Trumpification lie

And know that she’s always got something to hide

And know that it’s right inside her inner thigh

Oh yeah

Oh she’s got something to hide

Oh yeah

She’s got something to ride

Come inside

Come inside

Come inside

And know that there are lot’s of creeps in the night

And know that they just might take your time

And know that you find out that it’s not alright

When you’re living in the Trumponian lie

Oh yeah

Oh yeah

Oh yeah

Oh yeah

Oh yeah

Oh yeah

Oh

Oh yeah

Dawn was a gentle whisper when the day was too loud

Now

I long to hear her through the deafening cloud

Of the days that we used to know and we used to blow with the fluttering snow

Of the strangers that came through our time

And they stay until the end of the line

And they stay until the end of the line

Because you know that you’re living in a NIxonian lie

And you know that you are living in the Trump time

And know that’s more than a trumped up lie

And you’re gonna bury yourself in the middle of the high

Pale blue eyes

Pale blue eyes

You’re gonna bury yourself in that lie

You’re gonna bury yourself in your pale blue eyes

Pale blue eyes

You’re gonna bury yourself in your pale blue eyes

Yeah

Pale blue eyes

Creamy ol thighs

Oh

Expansive jazzing it up

Expansive jazzing it up

For your desire

Oh

Your desires on fire tonight

Go ahead and touch my thigh

You’re gonna make me dream in the night

You’re gonna make me feel that high

You make me come alive

Josephine Electric in the night

Oh boy you better stay away from my thighs

You’d better stay away from that lightning strike