: Funk pop a roll beats up my soul Oozing like napalm from the speakers and grill Of your radio Into the mouths of babes And across the backs of its
: Great fire burning You supplied the spark Fires burning spreading through the ark Animals are panicking I'm animal and panicking Your glance a match
: Boom goes my heart Dancing around your daisies Church bells will start Sat on you reading your ages I drift away In loving memory of a name Covered
: High climbs the summer sun High stands the corn And tonight when my work is done We will borrow your father's carriage We will drink and prepare for
: O, ladybird I have heard you wish to walk me through your garden I crave your pardon if I woke you with my thinking Ladybird O, ladybird I have heard
: Do you know what noise awakes you Every morning from your bed A coming from the farthest hillside A coming from inside your head You have heard You
: Can't you see Love and affection When it's put In your direction Wrapped in your mysterious wonderland No fast car Can make you grow up Gentlemen You
: I put on a fake smile And start the evening show The public is laughing I guess by now they know So climb from your high horse And pull this freak
: Humble Daisy Form a chain to hold all battleships in check Humble Daisy Knit a ladder down to nature's sunken wreck Ragged rug unbound Tangle trip
: Holly up on Poppy Canter never stop She has escaped from the world Where they bake beautiful girls Holly up on Poppy Trotting to the top She talks
: Climb up here beside me We can ride and find a friend unfound Put your foot upon the laughing gas And drive your grin around Omnibus, take all of us
: Fine art never moved my soul No vintage wine designer clothes But my world shakes for me My bird sings sweetly A different kind of tinsel Decorates
: That wave Pulled me into your eyes Through the greeney grey pebbles And countless cathedrals arriving That wave Lift me into your mouth Turning spires
: Peter Pumpkinhead came to town Spreading wisdom and cash around Fed the starving and housed the poor Showed the vatican what gold's for But he made
: The disappointed All shuffle round in circles Their placards look the same With a picture and a name Of the ones who broke their hearts The disappointed
: Well man created the cardboard box to sleep in it And man converted the newspaper to a blanket Well you have to admit that he's come a long way Since
: First there's the handshake It's so warm that you could bake by it Designed to take attention from their Ugly Underneath Then there's the wedding The
: Then she appeared, apple venus on a half open shell Then she appeared, the first photograph on Fox Talbots gel I was a little frightened Flying with
