Another
great sing-a-long song for my early morning, before my voice goes into its
usual upper register whine.
“Underneath
the trees tonight, where little men sleep,
All that
snow will turn to ice, while their lovers creep.”
***
“We could
live in Dave’s hands, at Sunnyland Park,
And watch
their little days there turning into dark.”
Okay, Okay,
I know I just made fun of Cat Stevens in my previous post for his lyrics for
“Novim’s Nightmare”, but these are the type of lyrics I expect from the man
whose song titles include, “When Shrimps Learn to Whistle,” “Vaseline Machine
Gun,” “The Spanish Entomologist,” and “Tilt Billings and the Student Prince.”
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