Gotta Know Now
Primitive Radio Gods Lyrics

I saw you standing in the doorway in the corner
I noticed you in the far corner of the room, standing by the doorway.

Of the room where I observed you looking out the kitchen window
I watched you gaze out the window in the adjacent kitchen.

I wanna throw my arms around you like a lonely hidden dirge (?)
I desire to embrace you tightly with the intense emotion and lamentation of a mournful, melancholic song.

Marijuana smoke is blowing out the screen door
Smoke from marijuana is drifting outside through the screen door.

Let me in, let me out, let me go, let me up
Grant me access, release me, allow me to depart or ascend.

Let me down, let me stay, let me know
Lower me, permit me to stay, inform me of the situation.

Let me hear, let me see, let me sigh
Allow me to listen, observe, and express a deep breathy sound.

Let me think, for the truth, for the truth, gonna try
Let me ponder, aim to discover the truth, and make an effort to achieve it.

I wanna write your lucky number on the scrap of paper towel
I long to inscribe your fortunate digits on a discarded piece of absorbent paper near me.

I confiscated from the restroom of the hotel
I acquired it from the restroom of the lodging establishment.

I wanna give you a massage and watch 'Bonanza�?
I wish to provide you with a relaxing manipulation of your muscles while simultaneously viewing the Western television show 'Bonanza'.

Clip your toenails, order Chinese food and eat it with our fingers
Trim your toenails, purchase Chinese cuisine, and consume it without utensils in each other's company.

Gotta know, gotta know, gotta know, gotta know now
I must find out the information urgently.

This time it's nothing like the first time I saw Jesus
This experience is significantly different from the initial sighting of Jesus.

Drinking seven bloody Marys on the bar stool in Miami
He was consuming seven cocktails named 'bloody Mary' while sitting on a stool in Miami.

This night is nothing like the time I saw Picasso
Tonight is entirely disparate from the moment I encountered Picasso.

Throwing rings of cigar smoke around the head of Fidel Castro
Picasso was producing circles of smoke from his cigar around the head of Fidel Castro.

Let me feel, let me see, let me sigh
Permit me to experience, visually perceive, and express a sorrowful sound.

For the truth, for the truth, gonna try
I will make an effort to ascertain and discern the reality of the situation.