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BARRETTSWORDS -- O




octopus

one in a million

opel



octopus

songstories!

Trip to heave and ho
Up down, to and fro
You have no word

Trip, trip to a dream dragon
Hide your wings in a ghost tower
Sails cackling at every plate we break

'S cracked by scattered needles
The little minute gong coughs and clears his throat
Madam you see before you stand
Hey ho, never be still
The old original favorite grand
Grasshopper's Green Herbarian Band
And the tune they play is "In Us Confide"

So trip to heave and ho
Up down, to and fro
You have no word

Please leave us here
Close our eyes to the octopus ride!

Isn't it good to be lost in the wood
Isn't it bad so quiet there
In the wood

Meant even less to me than I thought
With a honey flower yellow prickly seeds
Clover honey pots and mystic shining plead

Well the mad cat laughed at the man on the border
Hey ho, huff the Talbot
"Cheat!" he cried, shouting "Kangaroo!"
So true in their tree, they cried
"Please leave us here"
"Close our eyes to the octopus ride!"

"Please leave us here"
"Close our eyes to the octopus ride!"

Well the mad cat laughed at the man on the border
Hey ho, huff the Talbot
The winds they blew and the leaves did wag
They'll never put me in their bag
The seas will reach and always seep
As high you go, so low you creep
The wind it blows in tropical heat
The drones they throng on mossy seats
The squeaking door will always creak
Two up, two down we'll never meet
So merrily trip will go my side
Please leave us here
Close our eyes to the octopus ride!


NOTE: also see "Clowns and Jugglers",
which was the previous version of this song.


one in a million

songstories!

One in a million lyrics.


opel

songstories!

On a distant shore, miles from land
Stands the ebony totem in ebony sand
A dream in a mist of gray
On a fa-a-a-ar distant shore

The pebble that stood alone
And driftwood lies half-buried
Warm shallow waters sweep shells
So the cockles shi-i-i-ine

A bare winding carcass, stark
Shimmers as flies scoop up meat
An empty way -- dry-y-y-y-y-y tears
Crisp flax squeaks tall reeds
Make a circle of gray
In a summer way, around man
Stood on grou-ou-nd

I'm try-y-y-ying, I'm try-y-y-ying
To find you, to find you
I'm li-i-iving, I'm gi-i-iving
To find you, to find you
I'm li-i-iving, I'm li-i-iving
I'm try-y-y-ying, I'm gi-i-iving


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