
Date of issue: 19.11.2000
Song language: English
Killing Shoguns |
Endless joys on saturdays |
People speak and people sway |
Did you see all the cars here on the way tonight |
Great orchestras of line and light |
And I thought now there’s something that you would like |
Cause I know you’d be here if you think you could |
Cause you would never miss a carnival |
Or a summer nights stroll |
It’s brilliant in the park today |
Isn’t beautiful is what people say |
All the tree’s in here are sort of dusty green |
All balsa wood and plastic at the seams |
And lying on our backs it seems |
Like we could simply hold up the street |
With multi-layered promises |
With the sunrise on our feet |
Stringing up your pizza lights |
To support the night |
And hold it up on little stilts |
A corner at a time |
'til it’s buckled down |
And tangible |
Cause it can fold against your will |
And not that fear ever came easily to you |
But when it did you never knew quite just what to do |
And while you were trying so damn hard |
To just make it through the week |
I was already gone killing shoguns in my sleep |
And i was flying with nothing but the sneakers on my feet |
And i could describe to you the canopy of trees |
And i was underneath looking up at the surface of the sea |
Fingers of smoke hang in the air again |
And i still think you taste like cinnamon |
And you do what you can |
To try and follow through with what you’ve said |
To try and make sure you can entice happiness |
To slide your way again |
Stringing up your pizza lights |
To support the night |
And hold it up on little stilts |
A corner at a time |
'til it’s buckled down |
And tangible |
Cause it can fold against your will |
And not that fear ever came easily to you |
But when it did you never knew quite just what to do |
And while you were trying so damn hard |
To just make it through the week |
I was already gone killing shoguns in my sleep |
And i was flying with nothing but the sneakers on my feet |
And i could describe to you the canopy of trees |
And i was underneath looking up at the surface of the sea |
It feels so weird to see |
You acheive all the things that we |
Sat down and once talked through |
And now you do |
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