Shawn Phillips
Shawn Phillips
Shawn Phillips
Shawn Phillips
Shawn Phillips
Shawn Phillips
Shawn Phillips
Shawn Phillips
Shawn Phillips
Shawn Phillips
Shawn Phillips
Shawn Phillips
People say we are sane
Lock your doors and play the games
Out in a constant search of fame
If we tell them of our dreams
Some but bright and subtle schemes
Others true and honest means
Oh you people out there
With your marshmallow wills
Your tragic days
And your tranquilizer pills, can't you see?
People got to be believed
Words have got to be perceived
Won’t you listen to us, please?
Maybe for you, it's another day
Do you wanna see thе sun coming up in gray?
Tell me what the diffеrence is between your life and pay
Does the fire of your optimism flare up in the dark?
Can you come to me with open arms
And strike the finite spark of love?
Could be a case of velleity on your part, my part
Or anyone who thinks they see
Through a decade, an epoch or maybe even centuries
What do you think could be your reality?
Does your breath go away for anything you plainly see?
Talking to God or going on the nod
Or freaking out a fancy free
Take your time in the morning sun
It lasts for half a day
Speak your mind to your only son
If that's what you have to say to him
I know I’m living in utopia
With a strangely cloying absence of euphoria
And the rapidly increasing senses of dementia
And the anticipation in my life now lends an ear
And I know I've gotta choose, gonna win or gonna lose
Oh maybe that's the fear
I only hope that the choice of death
Will be mine to make and clear
Take your time in the morning sun
It lasts for half a day
Speak your mind to your only son
If that's what you have to say to him