won't you shabop shalom with me, under the ol' banana tree?

"Our story beings on a Sunday afternoon, just between Halfway Tree and Spanish Town, where a young boy, not yet the cock o'the walk that he would soon become, was lying on the grass and taking in the sweet and sensuous scent of Hibiscus that languidly lilted along the summer breeze.

It was at this precise moment that he saw her. Her walk was soft and delicate, with a thaumaturgical touch that only a rabbi's daughter could have. Before their eyes had even met, her luminous lips had already lured him in. Salvation winked with the promise of a Bris held at pinnacle and a congregation of sage's bunny hopping and chicken dancing to Yiddish Mento.

Then their eyes linked, an aeon blinked, Amharic vows were scryed upon their hearts. Just to think, this could be with the frenectomy and a few words of love...

My Shabop Shalom Baby, won't you Shabop Shalom with me, under the old banana tree?
My sweet telavivian lambs bread, my heart can act as an emollient and you'll never, ever say, "Get Bent!" Noooo, no, no!

Todamamatodamamatodamamatodamama da da da da x 2

All the signals that I'm sendin
I'll keep sending them and on the constanttillionth time,
I'll make you mine (Yes, I swear I will...)

Your sweet supple breasts are golden ghettos, soft statues in stilettos.
Two wise men instead of three.

Whenever I'm in a foul mood,
I gotta' see you in your Talmud and so happy it makes me,
you wanna know who, who wrote the Book of Job?
She wants to know, "Who, who wrote the Dead Sea Scrolls?

Well I did, I did.
Yes.Yes, I did, I did.
I did, I did.
I did, I did.

Hexakosioihexekontahexaphobia can be a fun ordeal.
I swear by Solomon's seal.

Honey, when it comes to love,
there's a fire in the deep end of my heart, givin' me the Heebie-Jeebies.
Ya see, I know the land of wood and waters, merely fodder for loves slaughter.
And darling,
I've watched you cake-walk to the Immaculate Conception for far too long.

I'm Livicated to you, yes.
Ahava RabaAhava Raba for you
We're in Heaven
We're in Heaven, it's true.
I'm ascending...I'm ascending tonight with you"
- 'Shabop Shalom', Devendra Banhart

my imaginary letter to mr banhart wd prob go-

dear devendra,
you are so genius.
you seem like a never ending scroll of wisdom.
you are so otherworldly.
can i marry you?
i dont mind living in the topanga canyon crib all day wiping the dust off your many prized possessions, anything.
i can polish your guitars and give you a good shave if need be.
you could make me some nice jewellery once in a while, when you are free.
you could use me in your videos.
i'd be more kickass than natalie's indian goddess.
i am genuinely sad you and natalie broke up.
are you with anyone now?

p.s megapuss is sounding fine:)
& i see you have a tattoo on your butt?
that is way hot.
& where did all that hair on your face go??:(
i thought the caveman look was perfect.
but i still adore you.

love, charlene