It takes a little shake up from the rift It takes a bit of wind to get you to lift It takes sandstorms and signs from God It takes a piece of grass floating
Climb up with me to the monkey's nest And lay your head upon my rattling chest Give your lovely lonesome head a rest In the beautiful morning light Press
Stars are shining in the western sky like a million alligator eyes. Black bells are ringing, frogs are singing Sister Ray. The air is sweet on the prairie
If you was inanimate, you'd be a flute, or an airplane that fell from the sky. All the way down with a blue parachute, with a rip in the side. And
Ticking goes, the big blue sea, a georgia peach and texas tea. The sands of time, stuck in your shoe that make you cross, they make you blue. Whatever
Oh what a day for sunshine, oh what a day for blue sky!! Oh what a day for sunshine, oh what a lazy day!! Fireflies like remoras are sticking to the skin
A canyon girl 'neath imaginary skies is beckoning In a fictional world, I fear I got no business being in But, cover me, a?cause I'm going in And I
You hurt your foot roller-skating down by the bay You lost your voice singing along to a?Raspberry Beret' So I'll do my part not to break your heart
There's a man who lives on the sun who makes it hot for everyone Make you run aground like a ship in the shallows Make your whole heart come undone And
Baby open wide you got the light in you Can't gimme too much love I always really thought you never gave enough But now there's too much love But can
Wish I was a man on a western land. I'd dig my spurs into the western sand. I'd dig on the view across the big red sky. Dig my ax into a pine and watch
Icebergs are scraping big holes across the bottoms of luxury liners across the crooked seas. Mantises are praying in the dirt in fields of garlic. Ooh
The plavce where I was born is a vague memory Like the flakes in the snow of a broke-down TV It could be in a big city in a beautiful dell With a red
Let the music wait. You don't need it anymore. There's nothing more to say. It's not ifs and gold. There's sand and stone. It's not written in the stars
Deaths head moth, and a honeybee, and the flightless birds with the useless wings. In the diamond mines of the Indian head, beneath the sawdust moon
You are a diamond in the dirt And you're the centipede who broke the camel's back You didn't think I'd get hurt Love burns a circle in the snow You're
I'll wait 'til I see a cloud shaped like the Garden State And little stars are cars at turnpike gates And the moon is Delaware I'll wait, I'll wait 'til
Oh, don't you grieve, don't cry, don't weep Your tears are just the creek on which you float away from me You gotta have the heart of a lion Hey don'