Tales from the trampoline sun
My work is started, never done
brittle hands - bamboo thumbs
lipstick rays stuck to the sun
smiling down on everyone
Can you feel it all around?
Stretching holes right through the sand
echoing for miles around
elephant - rubber bands
down glue never gets upset
remember ing - ing can�t forget
holes get caught right up in nets
sperm banks - do they make out cheques?
A bolted jawbone butterfly
torturing the anchient skies
brainwashed party poppers cry
Floating ears that frogs dispise
In the begining trees were brown
Then turned blue, then chopped down
Chainsawed off their feavered hands
Limbless trees could never stand
I am not around here
Always close but never near
shaved goats milk, looks up and snears
violet crocodiles - with beards
I am not just what I said
snow rain fall - the ice is lead
What you know you can�t forget
Atoms parted - never met
Grim reeper never cut a hedge
Or took a hamster to the vet
There�s no pain without regret
A tissue roof that isn�t wet
A magic feeling all around
Don�t look up when you fall down
off peak smiles - made a frown
fish on land - start to drown
(intsrumental that i�ll never write as i havn�t learnt to play anything)
I cannot walk, think or run
Parachuting rain - the drop�s begun
Clouds drift slowly cross the sun
trampoline, trampoline, trampoline - boing!
trampoline, , - boing boing! dump
Hopping cross the flying tides
Scooting waves of motorbikes
Some won�t start - they won�t survive
Handlebars that stink and dive
Adam�s Eve did not exist
When God made us -was he pissed?
Ancient thoughts deserve respect
The truth�s what happened - not what is said
the spirit lost, buried inside
dentist trees tempt mistake
dripping leaves of rubber cakes
gawking toothbuck peasents hide
quivvering with frogspawn eyes
Positive thoughts, rarely fail
escape artists locked out of their jail
A shark
Fudge iron - brown sweat seeps
Girders won�t withstand the heat
Flowering bottoms, crisp and neat
Speechless drums that drop a beat
I am not a rounded knee
I know him and he is me
Shuddering about the fleas
I aint here, what can I be?
What aint known can�t be ignored
Rolf Harris with a weegee board
three legged act - he set free
Scared the shit outta me
It is not around here
Although it�s loud it�s never clear
Slowly folding tubes of beers
Clay made pipes that smudge my
We believe there�s more to see
Swatting at the jelly bees
sagging exhusted, panting trees
moving shaking, grasping acheing
Ashtray forrests start to smoke
Roderdenderams - I hope
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