Really somewhat of a strange song. It has been described to be as sounding like jack johnson on acid. I'll take it.
Lyrics - Patrick Nicholson
Vocal & Guitar - Patrick Nicholson
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A really wild one that began with no real high hopes. I really was just messing around with the rhymes and sounds. What was utimately written i really liked for its randomness and tried to tie it together the best i could. Enjoy
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watch the dust blow across the road, where does it go, does anybody know
my up is down my right is left my hands are feet out in the street
turn around put on your crown, shout out loud but make no sound
girls will giggle, and boys will bully, women wiggle and grown men boogey
my face is blank my head is full my heart beats fast dancing with the bull
when cold you shiver, then must deliver a chilling verse of chatter
and so it goes on and on in the house of the mad hatter
in silver puddles children play, getting number day by day
empty bottles of syrup spin as the artificial sacrifice is ready to begin
purebred puppies play in the park, but they do not bark, they beg
we blow bubbles, they fly high, don’t stop don’t pop become the sky
this is my picnic it packs a punch it isn’t lunch it isn’t much
pancakes and waffles taste of batter, I prefer the flatter, but it doesn’t matter
and so it goes on and on in house of the mad hatter
hippie women hold up the walls, as the house of cards trembles but doesn’t fall
the morning bird sings a song that rings echoing upon its wings
savor the flavor too good to waste, your pallet waivers in your haste
you wear the wool of the fool in the sun makes you sweat sweet sympathy on everyone
roll the rugs release the bugs into the bed to bite
baked in the blaze with no way to escape sane with no ladder
and so it goes on and on in the house of the mad hatter
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