The Bicycle Trip - текст песни
The Bicycle Trip
Drift along
Hear the gravel crackle
Butterflies
Shades of the Eternal Dancer
God has buttered the land with sunlight
Sunlight
Corn grows high
Like a tall watusi
Katydid
Hums a monotonous tune
Rather hypnotically
Hmmmmmm
Overhead there's a parrot with boxing gloves
Singing like me
What a clever bird
Even knows the words
But he doesn't seem to see
Me
Making my great escape
You can just take so much of your own advice
Who needs a king
Sitting in a tree
So loquaciously
Pigeonholing everything
Pi-
Geons have a way of taking wing
-ing wing
Back again
Purple thistles bristle
All around
Bane of the Eternal Dancer
Hmmmmmm
Home is just around the bend...
The end.
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