Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Finest Joke Upon Us , by - Guided By Voices. Song from the album Mag Earwhig!, in the genre АльтернативаRelease date: 19.05.1997
Record label: Matador
Song language: English
The Finest Joke Upon Us |
| Mother, feeling your hand, eye |
| Believe you and I did then |
| And mother, release every bad seed |
| The geese are leaving the trees |
| Exposed to winter’s cold |
| They waited too long |
| But we too exaggerated and now take the cake away |
| It’s a long song and I can’t play it so |
| Give me a grip now, collector of bones |
| Worlds of smoke |
| Distorted mirror broken, paradise is open but I choke |
| One of these days when I see through the smoke |
| There’ll be the day I get the joke |
| Exposed to winter’s cold |
| They waited too long |
| But we too exaggerated and now take the cake away |
| It’s a long song and I can’t play it so |
| Give me a grip now, collector of bones |
| Worlds of smoke |
| Distorted mirror broken, paradise is open but I choke |
| One of these days when I see through the smoke |
| There’ll be the day I get the joke |