about
the riff Chris played at his high school baccalaureate
lyrics
I float along these well-kept streets of privilege
By day the colors are so bright and clear, but still,
I feel, the pull of restlessness by night,
And I, will blur those perfect colors if I try.
In my travels across the lands of barren waste,
All the sheep covered by the ash in which they graze
I see, the legacy that history leaves
So come, and let's be lemmings, come along with me.
Oooh-- ooh-- ooh...
I know I must try
My mind is easily deceived
Oh my friend, we can both agree
That you know what is best for me.
All aboard the train to foggy London town
Where the peoples' feet no longer touch the ground
Surround myself in an inscrutable haze
And join the street sweeps in their unending parade.
I float along these well-kept streets of privilege
By day the colors are so bright and clear, but still,
I feel, the pull of restlessness by night,
And I, will blur those perfect colors if I try.
Oooh--- ooh--- ooh...
credits
from
Loki EP,
released April 12, 2010
Lyrics and music by Chris Beachy
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