Tulkojums: Ionia. Šūpuļdziesma.
Blue, songs are like tattoos You know I've been to sea before Crown and anchor me or let me sail away Hey blue, there is a song for you Ink on a pin
Rows and flows of angel hair And ice cream castles in the air and feather canyons everywhere I've looked at clouds that way But now they only block the
I came upon a child of God He was walkin' along the road And I asked him, I said "Where're you going?" This he told me He said I'm goin' down to Yasgur
It's coming on Christmas They're cutting down trees They're putting up reindeers And singing songs of joy and peace Oh I wish I had a river I could skate
There are no words.
He bought her a diamond for her throat He put her in a ranch house on a hill She could see the valley barbecues From her window sill See the blue pools
Blue Songs are like tattoos You know I've been to sea before Crown and anchor me Or let me sail away Hey, blue Here is a song for you Ink on a pin Underneath
They paved paradise and put up a parking lot With a pink hotel, a boutique and a swinging hot spot Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what
Love came to my door with a sleeping roll And a madman's soul he thought for sure I'd seen him Dancing up a river in the dark Looking for a woman to court
Bows and flows of angel hair And ice cream castles in the air And feather canyons everywhere I've looked at clouds that way But now they only block the
In my solitude You haunt me With dreadful ease Of days gone by In my solitude You taunt me With memories That never die I sit in my chair And filled
The big man arrives Disco dancers greet him Plainclothes cops greet him Small town, big man Fresh lipstick glistening Sophomore jive From victims of
I was driving across the burning desert when I spotted six jet planes Leaving six white vapor trails across the bleak terrain It was the hexagram of the
Out on some borderline Some mark of in between I lay down golden in time And woke up vanishing Sweet bird you are Briefer than a falling star All these
Newsreels rattle the Nazi dread The able bodied have shipped away Molly McGee gets her tea leaves read You'll be married in a month they say These leaves
Rousseau walks on trumpet paths Safaris to the heart of all that jazz Through I bars and girders, through wires and pipes The mathematic circuits of the
I could read your mind But I just don?t have the time Lost, over the bridge, can you make it home? What happened to the girl that they used to know?
