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Lyrics from Daddy's Pockets

Gypsy

Under the blue moon where the mountains are see through
Dance gypsy dance gypsy dance gypsy dance,
Nobody frees you and nobody pleases you,
Please won't you dance with me
Dance gypsy dance.

I'm just a painter who paints what he sees
As he leans on the bark of a whistling tree
You're lazy and shifting with towering dreams
And a heart made of gold you've washed out in these streams,

Your face is the wind,
With the clouds hanging over,
Your eyes that have filled up with space
Your senses are scattered like five fingers floating
In search for the palm of your hand that I'm holding

Nowhere's your homeland, your everyone's guest
With the grace that just lasts you a week
Which is all that I have with my oil lamp and canvas
Before I'm forever and ever asleep
I'm just a painter who paints what he sees
With my oil lamp and canvas and slow disease
You'll be twenty angels in flight in the breeze
As you circle my body that fades through these leaves....

In a box*

You sleep in a rainy
You sleep in a cloudy
You sleep like a box
You sleep in a box
And you ask why, why, why won't you look me in
The eye, why won't you look me in the eye

You sleep in a sunny
You sleep in a muddy
You sleep like a fox
You sleep in a box
And you ask why,
Why why won't you look me in
The eye,
Why won't you look me in...

*Lyrics co-written by 7yr old Juan Carlos for a creative writing assignment in an after-school program.

Nevermore

I had to hear it from a friend in a dream
That you thought me absurd,
You weren't in so I left on your machine
An indignant blizzard,
Minutes go by and I'm feeling high
Until I read about them,
They have nothing but millions watching
And waiting for some consent....

I never thought I could get this rotten
Alive and standing still
Everyone saving themselves a little
Pie over the hill,
Where the thousands of silent lovers
Wash onto the shore,
It's a shame it's a crying shame so we cry
Nevermore....

I had to pick from debris in your mind
A piece of your outlook
I ran away with the spoil of our war
A guide to your handbook

There's a roach now in my alarm clock
It's getting time to condemn
And there's been nothing in both our logic
To make us wiser than them

I never thought I could get this rotten
Alive and standing still
Everyone saving themselves a little
Pie over the hill
Where the thousands of silent lovers
Wash onto the shore,
It's a shame it's a crying shame
So we cry nevermore....

Molilunky*

I wililish I walilus a molilunky ililin
The place where I was born,
A molilunky kililissed me, olilon my chilileek
And say goodbye to me...

I'm a dreamer, you're the falling sky,
We met in the air, on your way to somewhere dry
Where the women are wet, and the jungles are so free
Green lush, blue fire..
But meanwhile we mirror and like what we see
Can you be my one true love,
And it's so romantic here,
Don't let me go,
But that molilunky kililissed me olilon my chilileek
And say goodbye to me..
I'm a screamer, you are so sly
To lead me to a clearing, to the wide open sky
Where the sand is all wet and the shells are empty
The birds starve, the pen is raised
The call to tell it all escapes..
It doesn't mean a thing
Where the sand is all wet and the shells are empty
The birds starve the pen is raised,
The call to tell it all escapes
It doesn't mean a thing
And it's so barren here,
I see I must go...
And that molilunky kililissed me olilon my chilileek
And say good by to me,
He say goodbye to me....

*Children's rhyme.

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