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written by pinstripe seasons, all rights owned by pinstripe seasons
music and lyrics by pinstripe seasons
vocals, backvocals and guitar: philipp wissmann
guitar: andrej antonowitsch
bass: matti fekete
drums: raphael jocham
recorded at station 12 studios albstadt, mixing and mastering by station 12 studios
music and lyrics by pinstripe seasons
vocals, backvocals and guitar: philipp wissmann
guitar: andrej antonowitsch
bass: matti fekete
drums: raphael jocham
recorded at station 12 studios albstadt, mixing and mastering by station 12 studios
rosemary loves rosemary
there’s nothing else she’d rather see
or eat or smell and so she plants
a rosy-tree whenever she’s
discovering a lonesome lawn
and also eats from dusk till dawn
her rosemary
rosemary, oh rosemary
don’t you know that rosemary’s
an evil kind of weed that takes
away the carpet under your feet
rosemary, oh rosemary
don’t you know that rosemary
got a mind like you got one
and intends to take over control
any time my rosemary
planted down her rosy-trees
soon she didn’t feel no
satisfaction anymore and searched for
higher rosy-level, higher inspiration
at the station she saw people smoking weed
and started smoking rosemary, my rosemary
rosemary was feeling free
when she was smoking rosemary
she felt no need for chemistry
she just wanted rosy-trees
till one day she felt no inspiration anymore
so she gave herself injections
with the juice that she was living for, my rosemary
rosemary loved rosemary
and though she knew she couldn’t fight
rosemary, my rosemary loved her rosy
till she died
there’s nothing else she’d rather see
or eat or smell and so she plants
a rosy-tree whenever she’s
discovering a lonesome lawn
and also eats from dusk till dawn
her rosemary
rosemary, oh rosemary
don’t you know that rosemary’s
an evil kind of weed that takes
away the carpet under your feet
rosemary, oh rosemary
don’t you know that rosemary
got a mind like you got one
and intends to take over control
any time my rosemary
planted down her rosy-trees
soon she didn’t feel no
satisfaction anymore and searched for
higher rosy-level, higher inspiration
at the station she saw people smoking weed
and started smoking rosemary, my rosemary
rosemary was feeling free
when she was smoking rosemary
she felt no need for chemistry
she just wanted rosy-trees
till one day she felt no inspiration anymore
so she gave herself injections
with the juice that she was living for, my rosemary
rosemary loved rosemary
and though she knew she couldn’t fight
rosemary, my rosemary loved her rosy
till she died
