| Museum of Natural History, NYC all the pictures lose their memory the sun don't no beam & there's no sunset I can no longer see the rain I'm wondering but not wandering Then I meet a little girl, who loves to read Under the tree she tells me, lots of stories of me She knows what I liked & what I hated what were the facts THAT I used to know she knows who I once was, who were my friends she also knows WHO WAS MY LOVER under the tree she tells me, lots of stories of me under the tree she tells me, I would die tomorrow Um... I'm dead today no one knows, no one knows no one is aware of... THEY all had come having seen my show how they know how they have trashed my room wood & cotton stuffing my soul, where HAS everyone GONE? maybe it's me, maybe it's the tree maybe it's girl, maybe... Tigers, Lions lying around camels are walking with ELEPHANTS Shadow moving up and DOWN I see myself sleeping with a penguin words & music by Kachun |