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    "Going For A Walk With A Line" Lyrics


    There's trouble up at Cowbell Barn
    The Shadoks are going back to the moon
    With rhodedendrons in a burlap sack
    Resin on a hessian violin rag
    All in Helvetica Light

    Robert the devil witnessed the nostril
    Of an elderly phoenix in a youth hostel
    Playing violin up a monkey pine
    In a finger painting for Dr Prinzhorn
    (Psychiatrist of these parts)

    The violin frightened Bimbo the cat
    So they put on a tape of the sound of pot plants
    Growing, little knowing
    That a woodlouse would grouse about that

    A call came in from the Empire of Numbers
    A government inspector was passing amongst us
    Incognito, my little female circus rider
    From Exotik Park would have to go

    Rainy weather by the river
    Snake paths in the grass
    The child with a Chloranthemum divining twig
    Cuts Alpinism class

    Delia Derbyshire, Malcolm Clarke
    And Desmond Briscoe sit in the dark
    Invoking a spirit mathematician:

    Phra the Phoenician

    High on his evergreen reputation
    Don John's under investigation
    Apparently his donkey ratted on him
    Because the Don frightened him out of his skin
    It's a shambles, never mumble in the brambles

    A little Italian opera queen
    Is reading a book to the twitter machine
    'AAAS Calcul-Geometrie
    (Element 18)'

    Tunis Hamamet, that conifer smell
    The oriental cemetery -- and there's Bill
    Explaining pop music to the mentally ill
    Stirring mint tea with a Lucifer match
    Let's stay a while and watch

    Pictograms in porcelain
    Sketches of birds, vogel skizzern
    Field dynamics for sizothymes
    Going for a walk with a line

    What a palaver, more's the pity
    Death is in Dessau buying pottery
    Orienteering, you part the trees
    And see three walled medieval cities
    And a dragonfly

    Meister Eckhart went into the light
    And found a desert on the other side
    'Children of wisdom', Goethe said
    'Make fools of the fools, as one should'
    That advice is good

    Put down your line, put down your pen
    A snowstorm is approaching, friend
    Soon it'll all be white
    It's paper in the end, and light
    This song was submitted on September 7th, 2013 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/atv Music Publishing Llc.
    Written by Nicholas Currie.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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