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letra de if i honeysuckle tendrals... - carl simmons

[album version]
“sing that song”

honeysuckle tendrals remembers what the rabbit told him
and he climbs onto the stage of chairs
“i built my house on cabbage leaves
and no one has ever found it
i lost my life to geometric dreams
and all there ever was around it.”

know that you need it this time
need it this time
need it this time

[full version]

if i, honeysuckle tendrals, were to build a universe
[?] spinning
it would make a sound like [?] rustling in tree
the visible rings of the pianist
when geometric foils take over and [?] some sort of family-disguised clock
and i would make [?] sound like wind
smokes for umbrellas
simpler girl or secret neighbor

if honeysuckle tendrals were made to speaking
long lost friend unravels his bandages
humming
or under the pink-flower trees where the buffalo sits
where the pink petals proceed to falling
if nothing were green [?]
i would have to say it wanderings
it consists of an endlessly repeating image
of walking over small hill with dirt road
and some stretching horizons
where there once was a front porch there is now a brilliantly shimmering penny-arcade
inside, a wooden corkscrew contrives their future
the black [?]
while calling your name out, the jockey cowards in the corner
under the watchful eye of the [?] dark teacher
a small arrangement of several wooden chairs serves as a stage for the man who rides bicycle
his hair turning grayer with each revolution
a song playing from a music box is picked up on a microphone and projected out of several pa speakers
most of which are hidden from sight
the laughter of a thousand children is confined to a small room in the back, also hidden
no one notices the hero remove his mask and adjust his tuning
the music box song turns simpler
a b-ttload of college graduates bust in the door and sit on the floor
among the peanut sh-lls and newspaper clippings
the man who rides bicycles bows to a scattered response of grins and single claps
he then proceeds to the cash register where he fills his pockets with all the dimes and runs off
honeysuckle tendrals remembers what the rabbit told him, and he climbs onto the stage of chairs
honeysuckle tendrals remembers what the rabbit told him
and he climbs onto the stage of chairs
“i built my house on cabbage leaves
and no one has ever found it
i lost my life to geometric dreams
and all there was around it.”

know that you need it this time
need it this time
need it this time

- carl simmons

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