Ice Cold Daydreambastes the bayou funk of the Meters in swirling psychedelia, whileSweet Thang,a swampy blues cowritten with his dad, sounds like something from Dr. John'sNight Tripper" phase.

[…] over head the dismal hiss Of fiery Darts in flaming volies flew,

I can't see no one, where's the Malis? Now I gotta hide this blade from the 'rales When I back this blade, wallahi The hearts get beat like they just saw jihadi

You can't turn off the building from here; you have to shut down the whole grid.