nature Je reve de vaches et de moutons Et quand on s'aime dans la luzerne Je suis comme un poisson dans l'eau Au milieu des pres Quand on s'aime dans la luzerne
la nature Je reve de vaches et de moutons Et quand on s'aime dans la luzerne Je suis comme un poisson dans l'eau Au milieu des pres Quand on s'aime dans la luzerne
Books are burning in the main square And I saw there, the fire eating the text Books are burning in the still air And you know where they burn books,
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 show
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 the
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
Bungalow Bungalow By the sea Bungalow In the sea air Climbing rose Time to spare Luxury accommodation traps the sun So we're working every hour that
Hey yeah Hey yeah, yeah 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
Fine art never moved my soul No vintage wine and designer clothes But my world shakes for me My bird sings sweetly A different kind of tinsel Decorates
Peter Pumpkinhead, hey, came to town Spreading wisdom and cash around Fed the starving and housed the poor Showed the Vatican what gold's for But he
Rook, rook, read from your book Who murders who and where is the treasure hid? Crow, crow, spill all you know Is that my name on the bell? Rook, rook
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 my
That wave pulled me into your eyes Through the greeny gray pebbles And countless cathedrals arriving That wave lift me into your mouth Turning spires
Some folks see the world as a stone Concrete daubed in dull monotone Your heart is the big box of paints And others, the canvas we're dealt Your heart
