Dreamland EP: marimba and shit drums - Moonface, Spencer Krug

I venture into a dreamland where I am living on the edge

Where I am living, I am living, I am living right on the edge

And where I am the chameleon

And so I am the moonfaced flower child

I am the moonfaced flower child I am

So take me to the courtyard made of water

And make your point by pointing out the letters in the stars

Sister, show me Cassiopeia

I venture into a dreamland where I am playing a glass guitar

And there’s a raver by the pear tree at the far end of the courtyard

By the well

I sing the old songs to the dogs

And I’m afraid that they can see right through me

I’ll prove how much I love you with this handstand

I can breathe under the water, I can hear your muffled laughter

I can feel you coming through the walls

And when we ran

We ran through the rain

You took me up the stairwell and back down again

I was lying around with chameleons—I was hanging around with bitches

I heard that there’s a war on and I’m sure that they’re not with us

No no no no no…

I was hanging out in the tower

The tower overlooked the sea

I saw him check the girl for fever

By pushing all his fingers through her skin

He’s just reading her mind…

I venture into a dreamland where I can say this and you’ll believe

I’ve been here before…

And I know your face from the last time I dreamt I was losing control

I was lying around with chameleons—I was hanging around with bitches

I heard that there’s a war on and I’m sure that they’re not with us

No no no no no…

All through the sky all

Over the ground

I was looking for you

When the rain came down

It’s on the rise

I was flying in a spiral down

I was trying to find a good way to hit the ground

All through the sky all

Over the ground

I was looking for you

You were dipping in the water

Like a beauty

Did you think about your man out in the whirlpool sea?

Above the dirty harbor water

Half a mile from the shore

A cannon fell out of the sky

Now it sits upon the dirty ocean floor

The girls, all ready in their swimsuits

They are sitting on the pier

I will swim to them like a fish

I have ridden on these waves

I will be there in no time at all…

I have ridden on these waves

I have crashed into the shore

I have rolled along the dirty ocean floor

In the dirty harbor water

Half a mile from the shore

I hear the feedback from the drum

I hear a voice say that it hates my heart

I was hanging out in the tower

The tower overlooked the sea

I saw him blowing on a horn to serenade his woman

He was pushing out the air with his machine

He’s just reading her mind…

I saw him push his fingers through her skin

I venture into a dreamland where the waves have come alive

And I watch them chase the people down the beach

But they are bound to the water

Like creatures on a leash

I have ridden on these waves

I have crashed into the shore

I have rolled along the floor

I will be there in no time at all…

I have ridden on these waves

I have crashed into the shore

I have rolled along the dirty ocean floor

And I have been here before…

I know your face from the last time I dreamt I was losing control

I’ve been lying around with chameleons—I've been hanging around with bitches

I heard that there’s a war on and I’m sure that they’re not with us

No no no no no…

I venture into a dreamland where I have raced upon the water

Once against a girl and once against my father

The waves will angle into hills of icy mountains

And we will run our boats upon the glass

I venture into a dreamland of hidden orchards and dark black trees

The branches are shown to me for my inspection

I will chop them down, to pay off the hit-man

But we have to wait, man, till all the black animals are gone

There are two houses on the mountain

I put my hand into the fire—I don’t know who lit the fire

But I’d like to keep the small house for myself

Where I am the chameleon and so I am the moonfaced flower child

I am the moonfaced flower child I am

I venture into a dreamland, where I am living on the edge

Where I am living, I am living, I am living right on the edge

The courtyard and the café are black

I am wearing 3 or 4 black coats

It’s dark on the stairs but it could be darker

I am waiting for the fairies to kill the lights and chew the walls

They take too long, they take too long

On my way back down the stairs they are gone

I have waited for their song

And now they’re feral and transformed

Into animals that scatter from the sun

I am making hissing sounds with my mouth…