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Long long ago in China I'm told
To England was traded some tea
And so sealed the fate
In pieces of eight
All England and all of the world
Yeah...poppies
When soon his majesty sent soldiers and thieves
To India searching for gold
Instead from the ground
Some magic they found
Something far better I'm told
Yeah...poppies
Yeah...poppies

And now this story told from days of our own
When gossamer doggies ran ran
They'd patiently wait
With pieces of eight
So everybody could smile one more time
Yeah...poppies

Hangin' round downtown by myself
And I had so much time
To sit and think
about myself
And then there she was
Like double cherry pie
Yeah there she was
Like disco superfly
I smell sex and
candy here
Who's that lounging
in my chair
Who's that casting
devious stares
In my direction
Mama this surely
is a dream

Hangin' 'round downtown by myself
And I had too
much caffeine
And I was thinkin'
'bout myself
And then there she was
In platform double suede
Yeah there she was
Like disco lemonade
I smell sex and
candy here
Who's that lounging
in my chair
Who's that casting
devious stares
In my direction
Mama this surely
is a dream
Mama this surely
is a dream
Yeah mama this must

Ancient walls of flowers tumblin' down
Black cat petals and a smiling clown
I like to keep them in
a jar beside
Just enough to mess my mind inside
But I never heard you callin' from the sun
Did you ever care to shoot your silver gun
No I never heard you callin' from the moon
Did you ever care to sing your free love tune

Ancient walls of whispers falling low
Murmur simmer and I'm feeling slow
Keep me up but keep me in my head
I'll ping a pound of posies 'til I'm dead
But I never heard you callin' from the sun
Did you ever care to shoot your silver gun
No I never heard you callin' from the moon
Did you ever care to sing your free love tune

Ancient walls of flowers tumblin' down
Ancient walls of flowers tumblin' down
Ancient walls of whispers tumblin' down

Saint Joe he said he's never been
dressed up like a woman
Saint Joe they said your dad is gay
They said your mom
she's a whore They said it 'til you
were raw They said your mom
she's a bore They made her beg
them for more My Aunt Mary
Aunt Mary
Aunt Mary says
they have the darkness there in their eyes
Saint Joe he said he's never been made
up like a woman
Saint Joe the time is coming when...
when Mary never will return
When Mary never will come back here...
yeah Mary never will return
O' Mary please
come home
O' my aunt Mary
Aunt Mary
Aunt Mary says they have
the darkness there in their eyes

O' my aunt Mary
Aunt Mary
Aunt Mary says they have the darkness there
They have the family disease

A cloaking robe of elvenkind
hangs in my wardrobe behind
All those things that mother
said were proper for a boy
And I know I could not say why
On this summer evening
Sixteen books on magic spells
stacked below the cloak of elves
And sixteen books on magic spells
so elegantly bound
And I know I could not say why
On this summer evening
And I know something...something about you
And I know something...something about you

A cloaking robe of elvenkind
hangs in my wardrobe behind
All those things that mother said

Oo I saw stars falling all
around her head
Red, gold, and blue
Sherry Fraser where are you
'Cause I saw stars falling
all around your head
When we were young

Sherry Fraser where have you gone
We're all wondering
When will you come back
And play...some day.
Sherry yeah
The mad hatter he waits for Alice
To come to tea again
He waits forever for his old lover
And always wonderin'
Will I see stars falling all around your head
When you return

Sherry Fraser what have you learned
And we're all wondering
When will you come back
And play...some day
And please do come back
And play...some day
Please do come back
And play...some day

Come back and be
Come back for free
Come back and stay child
Have you gone crazy
Molly, it must be fine
It seems so dreamy to be sublime
Molly has gone to Spain
Has gone with Venus to watch the rain

And it seems that's not the place where you belong
And it seems that's not the place where you belong
When there's no sun and there's no moon
And there's no stars child have you gone crazy

Come back and be
Come back for free
Come back and stay child
Have you gone crazy
Molly it must be fine
It seems so dreamy to be sublime
And Molly the whippoorwill
Has gone to space boy, she is there still
When there's no sun and there's no moon

Blue like water
Blue like heaven is
all of the time
I'm all right
I'm just gagging on all the all right
I'm so happy
So happy
I'm in heaven
Yeah heaven
Oh the seasons come for opium
Mom...mom
Mom...mom
I'm so happy
So happy
I'm in heaven
Yeah heaven

Christopher O' Malley
went out on a bridge
Down in Chehalis
And clutching his bible
and a letter from her
Fell into the river
Pity no one was there
No angels in the air
And the morning paper ran
One more suicide

His mama stayed by
the river side
Down in Chehalis
And clutching her bible
and a letter from him
Fell into crying
Pity no one was there
No angels in the air
And the morning paper ran
One more suicide

Pity no one was there
No angels in the air
And the morning paper ran
One more suicide
One more suicide

Hey little boy
see the Johnny and Janes
Hey little boy
you see them all go insane
Look and see Spot run
'Cause he pissed in their hallway
Run Spot run
Run away from it all
And I say you can be anyway that you wanna be
How I'll be, that's up to me

Hey little girl
see them all run around
Hey little girl
you see them all tumble down
Johnny will boss
Janey will buy
Spot will beg
But everyone dies
As I said you can be
any way that you wanna be
How I'll be, tha's up to me

One little, two little, three little idiots
Four little, five little, six little idiots
Seven little, eight little, nine little idiots
All in suit and tie
One little, two little, three little idiots
Four little, five little, six little idiots
Seven little, eight little, nine little idiots
All dressed up to die, and I say
You can be any way that you wanna be

Rain
Like tin angels falling
down
Like a mission and we're
halfway there
From some old dried up
fried forgotten town
Why
Won't they let us be ourselves
With our potential we
could toe the line
And show the bastards up
with our divine
Light

Seize
All the records from the past
Hold for ransom all the artifacts
This ragged town protects
them to the last
With lies

See them running heading
homeward to Seattle

Deem
All the liars in your tribe
To be the fires on the
western side
Of some old front we call
the war of art
Rain
Like tin angels falling
down
Like a mission and we're
halfway there
From some old dried up
fried forgotten town
From some old dried up
fried forgotten town
To some old dried up fried
forgotten

Come see the vampires of New York
Come lose your mind in Central Park
But don't leave your soul behind
Come take in 8th street after dark
Such peculiar people you'll remark
You might even see a murder

And all the whores on Bleecker Street
They wear the blissful grin
Caused by the drugs they take
To relieve them of their sins

And "oh lord I think she's dying"
I heard somebody say
I think she's dying
And "oh oh lord I think she's dying"

Or maybe she's already dead
and maybe she's gone to Mars
Maybe we could even write
her epitaph in the stars
It'd say "If you go away from here...

If you go a million miles..."
Come downtown to see them go
Into the den of the vampires of New York
But please watch your step