RETROSPECTIVELY SPEAKING   

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.

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