The Finest Joke Is Upon Us lyrics
Song information
Artist: Guided By Voices
Album: Mag Earwhig
Lyrics
Mother, feeling your hand i
Believe you and I did then
And mother, release every bad seed
The geese are leaving the trees
Exposed to winter's cold
They waited too long
But we too exaggerated
And I take the cake away
It's a long song
And I can play it so
Give me a pick now collector of bones
Words of smoke
Distorted, never broken
Paradise is open but I choke
One of these days when I see through the smoke
That'll be the day I get the joke
(Repeat from "exposed to winter's cold")
[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]
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