Paroles
Library pictures of the quickening canoe
The first of it’s kind to get to the moon
Draw some ellipses to chase you round the room
Through curly straws and metaphors and goo
Been watching all the neon blossom, flickering
You look as if you’ve all forgotten, where you’ve been
Going riding through the thunder circle, fuzz canyon
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
Library pictures of the quickening canoe
The first of it’s kind to get to the moon
Give me an eeny-meeny-miny-moe
Or an ipp dipp, dog-shit rock and roll