SIXTY SEVEN, SUMMERTIME, SITTING BY A SEAT.
SLEEPING WHILST THE DAY WENT BY, GRASS AROUND MY FEET.
I THOUGHT ABOUT IT, FOR A WHILE
FINALLY TOOK IT ON,
SEEMS THE PEOPLE THERE BEGAT A SON.
FILL THE BOTTLE UP THEN, EVERBODY FEED
FIVE TIMES A DAY, THAT'S OK, EVERYTHING AT SPEED
ROCK THE BOX, SET THE CLOCKS
KEEP THE EVENING CALM
THIS BOY HAS NO TRACKS ON EITHER ARM.
FOUND THAT KID IN 'FRISCO WROTE IT IN A BOOK,
NO ONE KNEW HIS NAME THOUGH PLENTY CAME TO LOOK.
WORDS LOOKED WRONG...ALL DAY LONG
WHERE DID HE COME FROM?
LOOKS LIKE TWO STREETS THAT DAY HAD A SON. CLICK HERE if you want out...
'JIM THE FLY' SAID " I KNOW WHY" REMEMBERED FROM HIS PAST.
"ONCE UPON A TIME" I'M TOLD. " THE FIRST ONE WAS THE LAST"
JIM FLEW HIGH, I WONDERED WHY, BUT WE STILL HAD OUR FUN.,
NOW THAT TOWN HAD GOT ITSELF A SON.
I MOVED A CHAIR, THE CATS TOOK AIR, THE MUSIC CAME RIGHT IN.
WE HEARD OF LOVE AND ONCE OR TWICE,
WE HEARD OF MORTAL SIN.
BUT IT BEATS ME, I COULD NOT SEE, WHY SOME ONE BROUGHT A GUN.,
MADE IN CHINA......HELLO CHINA SON.
THE RIVER NOW WAS FLOWING, THE WATER WAS SO THIN
AND EVEN THOSE WHO DID NOT SWIM,
KEPT ON JUMPING IN
CULTIVATING GARDENS, SOWING ON THE RUN,
EVERYBODY
EVERY BODIES SON.
WE COULD NOT BREATH FOR FACES, SPEAKING OTHER WORDS
NO SOLUTION. IN DILUTION,
MARY JOINED HE BIRDS.
TWO MOVED OUT. FIVE MOVED IN, ROSES IN THEIR HAND
SON OF MAN CONDUCTS A CRAZY BAND.
POLISH UP YOUR LOOKING GLASS., BABY WHAT SEE YOU?
FOR 'BELIEVERS' READ 'DECEIVERS' HOWDY THERE WHAT'S NEW?
SPOKEN FOR THEM. TO THEM. BY THEM
LOOK....WHAT NOW REMAINS?
CRUSHED AND BROKEN PETALS FROM DAYS WHICH NEVER RAINED.
I PUT MY SOUL INSIDE MY HEAD
I THOUGHT WE BUILT A WORLD
INSTEAD
ALL THAT'S LEFT FOR THOSE WHO CARE
FOR THOSE WHO LIVED A LIFE BACK THERE
FOR THOSE WHO DREAMED THEIR DREAM IN THERE
A WITHERED FLOWER
IN THEIR HAIR.
p.... sometime back then
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