Lyrics Ichiban Blues - Clap Your Hands Say Yeah

Ichiban Blues

One
Ticket to Tokyo on a boat
Wood on a wave
I hear that Steven sleeps with the stingrays now
So I fashioned a history book into a sail as the Japanese wind seemed to blow
these words in
Came to Kyoto where now he
Is on display
Plated glass, no one dare ask him
If his life is a picnic it’s clear as he points to the headphones that howl the
words the wind sang upon arrival
Itchy
Ichiban blue son
Itchy
Ichiban blue son
Why does he need to come out here?
There are museums in Oklahoma
Could the lines in his hand have proposed this plan?
I measured the footsteps outside temple walls, and then juggled some sand ‘til
I saw him again
He
Keeps a white candle in his hair
And now works with clay
Wax drips down upon the panda cow that he has made
Itchy
Ichiban blue son
Itchy
Ichiban blue son