Fred Thomas
Saturday Looks Good to Me
Fred Thomas
Fred Thomas
City Center
Fred Thomas
Fred Thomas
Failed Flowers
Fred Thomas
Saturday Looks Good to Me
Fred Thomas
Saturday Looks Good to Me
Fred Thomas
Fred Thomas
Saturday Looks Good to Me
Idle Ray
Saturday Looks Good to Me
Saturday Looks Good to Me
Fred Thomas
Well I wonder, when they built the schools
Did they realise they placed them directly adjacent
From a park or a woods, somewhere the kids could go
Get drunk, unknown, get fucked up?
Get crazy, be safe to feel undone
A shelter for the stoners, the fumbling first timers
A house with no ceiling
Like a feeling that's always following you
Several steps behind
Like a voice you keep inside you at all times
Like when you know that there's no place to go
So you can go there by yourself
And see, if the woods are always there
You can always go into the woods
And say some kind of prayer
To whatever God makes sense
With whatever sacraments
In a ritual of your own invention
'Cos when you grow up in a museum
You live all types of different things
Butterfly wings pinned to the walls
And all the open ended questions
All the love songs to the nameless
Shamelessly enamoured
With the brightness that you are
When they built the schools
Were they thinking about you?
Were they thinking about you all the time?
When they built the schools
Were they thinking about you?
Were they thinking about you all the time?
When They Built The Schools Pt. II was written by Fred Thomas.