Burgess Shale
Album: Halcyon Daze
By: Halcyon Daze
By: Halcyon Daze
Duration
3:43
Genres
Description
We would like to dedicate this song to the dreamers out there, to the musicians, the painters, the romantics, the untold stories, and the troubadours who would tell them.
Lyrics
Just one last lark and I'll be on my way To pilot my pastel ark across the sea of clay Don the old Australian into the role I'll play It's not madness I plan, it's archeology. To find why all the mice have hid away in their cones And to distill what can be dredged from these old bones A bibliographical dig into the next layer To find what hides between these ribs so burn a prayer For me. Oh, let me be an Orpheus or an Argonaut To find the green flash at the break of dawn Leave my footprints in the morning dew Memory is just a rumor Coming back to you. It's cretacious - these craters And the tales that they were born to tell It's just outside of the window, It's just outside of the window, And, oh, how I do wish that I were born a diving bell. I'm nascent and I give all that I can muster Just point me where the wind blows, Just point me where the wind blows, And now I forge into the frontier with a featherduster. So comb me into caves or find me sifting through the dark In signs behind the waves I mine echoes to which I hark Forty days or forty years - it's not too long to me For if the salt rain fills thine ear think arks for songs to be. Oh, let me be an Orpheus or an Argonaut To find the green flash at the break of dawn Leave my footprints in the morning dew Memory is just a rumor Coming back to you. It's cretacious - these craters And the tales that they were born to tell It's just outside of the window, It's just outside of the window, And, oh, how I do wish that I were born a diving bell. I'm nascent and I give all that I can muster Just point me where the wind blows, Just point me where the wind blows, And now I forge into the frontier with a featherduster.
