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May 2012
The sky was filled with the echoing wheeze
Of all the protesters with everything they believe
Oh' there are the sirens and the barks of many man
What they fight for is reform for a new land

Can you hear the way the pigeons fly?
Imagine to yourself and try not to lie
There are the dancer's and the political magistrates
All wondering to themselves who the King will make

Lady imagination atop Parnassus's mountain
I see you there alone & naked in that fountain
I charge you with bringing me to this heavenly place
Making me see there is only you to believe as true

The hasty hare clicks his pocket watch as he walks
As Alice steps forward, how sad she cannot stop
And all the doomed and determined minds
Frown for they see their fear is much like mine

Here the castle stones whisper as peace spells disaster
All the trams carry the drunken lined as if in rafters
My sister swam through the Pacific without a cough
Yet these heathens praise a place they know only in song

The minstrels with their strings have many gifts to bring
And the orchestra with their penguins praise coming Spring
No, I try never to whimper or feel the weight of being alone
Those feelings are to be reserved for people without any bones

Push me this way and I'll go the other
When I was young it was me and my mother
Yet time has a way of pulling you away from who you love
Though the dove still flies as time ticks and shoves

Here in the desert the sky drifts in a different way
Not many people so only the animals here to play
The guns in the hills point toward my tiny shack
When she left she never mentioned when she'd be back

Now I started off on a road where there aren't many signs
Just the one's from above and the unemployment line
If I stick to this too long I know I'll start thinking about that
Stay off the road for there is a wickedness here that smells of a rat
Written by
Mitchell
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