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Wooden Smoke Lyrics © 2001 Spen Music, BMI. All rights reserved. |
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Long ago There was a tree Lived right next to the bird and me Me and the bird blew bubbles one day They went to the tree and that's where they liked to stay Our back was turned and bad men came I'm sorry but the tree was never the same Have the bubbles found a higher ground? Wishing sound, I heard a howlin' Barbara asked everybody If you were a tree what would you be If I was a tree I guess I'd be The one with the bubbles who lived near the bird and me Now Jimmy's built a house for me It sits on top of this here tree And the Pentagon is strengthening the Air Force's jurisdiction over space Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa O, bubbles, bubbles everywhere! Is there a bubble I can call my own? A tree that I call home? Buttons. Birds! Smoke. 2001 Sail reclaim All ashore Fairest man to hold the land Forevermore Silent ground Wave goodbye Cast your soul to the sky Then they came moving lines Wish and wait and celebrate and pour the wine And shed a tear for the day They last saw you away Shine, proud traveler shine (hey, roller motion) Roar o'er the rollicking Rhine (inside traveling it feels so fine) What in heaven ever compared The marlin or the millionaire Shine, proud traveler shine (Tooree L.A. ummm) Time so remorseless, unkind (oh no, garbage and crime all the time-ah) Kissing kings sing oola oolay Shivering and tenderly praising, pray Stormy seas Cold and grave Enggo Pah the lord and king, a wooden slave Remind us all Remind us when We can head for home again Ride dark stallion ride! (Hey holy potion) Find a faithful moment inside! (campfire riverside starshine) Alleviate the pain in your soul Obliterate the pain in your soul Cry, chameleon cry! (Tooree L.A. um) Arms firmly drawn to your side! (oh no, darkness and no more time-ah) Calculate the time of the tide Receive the song from gods of the dark blue night ooooh Nanny-Ass Crow Nanny-ass crow You won't, uh, see Comet Crepe e-tonight Middle, I t'row (beer not) 's id -- ill, I throw, with muscular baby |
Sing tight! Move tight! Apple oh-core to the movement of steam Apple oh-core to the moment I DREAM Sing tight! Move tight! Pebbles unto rock unto a sole and growing beachfront! Apple oh-core to the apple oh-core to the I wove! Father's Day Sir Holler! Bump into a dream and remind yourself of what the prophets have seen. Man, a simple class of rodent flotsam has screamed and I suppose the sun has rose on the last known instance of hot-air dreams. Sir Holler! Wide open wide As the lightning tumbles crazily across the sky And another 200 miles roll by And I suppose the story's closed on that fated rose which prompt explodes in my soul. Throw yourself to anyplace and watch the humans race You long for the days of your youth, obsessively. Small, remembered objects, events and sensations from your youth assume tremendous significance. Sir Holler! Sail under the bridge Like you did when you and your brother were kids Look back on yourself and see what you did And forgive that pour soul You knew not what you did But soon you'll know in the warmest depths of your soul. Machupicchu Sink back deep into the velvet of knowing Feel it, deal with it, it's okay and you're fine Wooden Smoke Long ago there was a tree Also a squirrel, and this bee They both decided they would see If they could gain knowledge from the tree So day and night the squirrel and bee Worked hard at learning from the tree With help from their Neil Young CDs And five Coltrane biographies They'd get tired and need to rest That doesn't mean they'd failed their test It meant that they could give their best When that was what was needed From what I see the squirrel and bee Are totally happy, and they're free I saw the squirrel give the bee a backrub They were smiling Everyone has things they do They think they maybe shouldn't do Don't let your big brain stifle you They might be precisely what you're s'posed to do You can't fix everything just you Join forces with the ones who love you so |