Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dreamland EP: marimba and shit drums, artist - Moonface. Date of issue: 25.01.2010
Song language: English
Dreamland EP: marimba and shit drums |
| I venture into a dreamland where I am living on the edge |
| Where I am living, I am living, I am living right on the edge |
| And where I am the chameleon |
| And so I am the moonfaced flower child |
| I am the moonfaced flower child I am |
| So take me to the courtyard made of water |
| And make your point by pointing out the letters in the stars |
| Sister, show me Cassiopeia |
| I venture into a dreamland where I am playing a glass guitar |
| And there’s a raver by the pear tree at the far end of the courtyard |
| By the well |
| I sing the old songs to the dogs |
| And I’m afraid that they can see right through me |
| I’ll prove how much I love you with this handstand |
| I can breathe under the water, I can hear your muffled laughter |
| I can feel you coming through the walls |
| And when we ran |
| We ran through the rain |
| You took me up the stairwell and back down again |
| I was lying around with chameleons—I was hanging around with bitches |
| I heard that there’s a war on and I’m sure that they’re not with us |
| No no no no no… |
| I was hanging out in the tower |
| The tower overlooked the sea |
| I saw him check the girl for fever |
| By pushing all his fingers through her skin |
| He’s just reading her mind… |
| I venture into a dreamland where I can say this and you’ll believe |
| I’ve been here before… |
| And I know your face from the last time I dreamt I was losing control |
| I was lying around with chameleons—I was hanging around with bitches |
| I heard that there’s a war on and I’m sure that they’re not with us |
| No no no no no… |
| All through the sky all |
| Over the ground |
| I was looking for you |
| When the rain came down |
| It’s on the rise |
| I was flying in a spiral down |
| I was trying to find a good way to hit the ground |
| All through the sky all |
| Over the ground |
| I was looking for you |
| You were dipping in the water |
| Like a beauty |
| Did you think about your man out in the whirlpool sea? |
| Above the dirty harbor water |
| Half a mile from the shore |
| A cannon fell out of the sky |
| Now it sits upon the dirty ocean floor |
| The girls, all ready in their swimsuits |
| They are sitting on the pier |
| I will swim to them like a fish |
| I have ridden on these waves |
| I will be there in no time at all… |
| I have ridden on these waves |
| I have crashed into the shore |
| I have rolled along the dirty ocean floor |
| In the dirty harbor water |
| Half a mile from the shore |
| I hear the feedback from the drum |
| I hear a voice say that it hates my heart |
| I was hanging out in the tower |
| The tower overlooked the sea |
| I saw him blowing on a horn to serenade his woman |
| He was pushing out the air with his machine |
| He’s just reading her mind… |
| I saw him push his fingers through her skin |
| I venture into a dreamland where the waves have come alive |
| And I watch them chase the people down the beach |
| But they are bound to the water |
| Like creatures on a leash |
| I have ridden on these waves |
| I have crashed into the shore |
| I have rolled along the floor |
| I will be there in no time at all… |
| I have ridden on these waves |
| I have crashed into the shore |
| I have rolled along the dirty ocean floor |
| And I have been here before… |
| I know your face from the last time I dreamt I was losing control |
| I’ve been lying around with chameleons—I've been hanging around with bitches |
| I heard that there’s a war on and I’m sure that they’re not with us |
| No no no no no… |
| I venture into a dreamland where I have raced upon the water |
| Once against a girl and once against my father |
| The waves will angle into hills of icy mountains |
| And we will run our boats upon the glass |
| I venture into a dreamland of hidden orchards and dark black trees |
| The branches are shown to me for my inspection |
| I will chop them down, to pay off the hit-man |
| But we have to wait, man, till all the black animals are gone |
| There are two houses on the mountain |
| I put my hand into the fire—I don’t know who lit the fire |
| But I’d like to keep the small house for myself |
| Where I am the chameleon and so I am the moonfaced flower child |
| I am the moonfaced flower child I am |
| I venture into a dreamland, where I am living on the edge |
| Where I am living, I am living, I am living right on the edge |
| The courtyard and the café are black |
| I am wearing 3 or 4 black coats |
| It’s dark on the stairs but it could be darker |
| I am waiting for the fairies to kill the lights and chew the walls |
| They take too long, they take too long |
| On my way back down the stairs they are gone |
| I have waited for their song |
| And now they’re feral and transformed |
| Into animals that scatter from the sun |
| I am making hissing sounds with my mouth… |