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He was tall, thin, didn't look like much more than a street kid with old worn clothes and shoes that were held together with tacks and gum. His pockets were full of mind altering drugs, poisions and toxins to sell and cash to buy more with. He slipped between people easily, like wind and dirt, noticed but unseen. Felt, but unable to be washed away. But then that was his job, what he was born and breed for, to walk between two worlds; the high sky and the dirt. And as far as he was concerned she was the city sky, just as dirty but without the stench of deceit. She was clean but dirty, smokey without the drugs and drunk without the alcohol. Her touch was skilled, she knew what she was doing and that made her all the more precious.
Picture yourself in a boat on a river,
With tangerine trees and marmalade skies.
Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly,
A girl with kaleidoscope eyes.
Cellophane flowers of yellow and green,
Towering over your head.
Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes,
And she's gone.
{CHORUS}
Lucy in the sky with diamonds,
Lucy in the sky with diamonds,
Lucy in the sky with diamonds,
Ah... Ah...
{VERSE 2}
Follow her down to a bridge by a fountain,
Where rocking horse people eat marshmallow pies.
Everyone smiles as you drift past the flowers,
That grow so incredibly high.
Newspaper taxis appear on the shore,
Waiting to take you away.
Climb in the back with your head in the clouds,
And you're gone.
{CHORUS}
Picture yourself on a train in a station,
With plasticine porters with looking glass ties.
Suddenly someone is there at the turnstile,
The girl with kaleidoscope eyes.
{CHORUS}
 Commie Fanny Whammer · Sun Mar 06, 2011 @ 09:51pm · 0 Comments |
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