MyFlyAway: The Ditty Bops

terça-feira, fevereiro 12, 2008

when the ice has melt
i admit, i felt a lifting in my heart
every land becomes an island
everywhere a paradise

oh my, it’s so divine
there’s no more snow
at christmas time
just summer rains

so i hung my hate, scurf and coat
put on my birthday suttee
even dough it is december
if you would like it’s the month of june

and when i get up
i get up and go surfing with the girls
they are all from california
fund it in a hoisters-pearl

Rains

oh! what a place to be
i broke a mango from a tree
as the summer rains
are falling from the sky

when the ice has melt
i begun to sing a joyful melody
an orchestra of ukuleles
storming in the sweetest keys

the trail of a wind-tree goes
is lost in a island breeze
i’m better lignin to the sunset
and leave behind my memories

oh, it’s begun
what’s been done can’t been undone
with summer rains
i’m dancing with the sea

what a washing overly
as the summer rains
are falling from the sky
summer rains are falling from the sky

The Ditty Bops

Wishful

why does blood turn brown when it dries
why do the tears well up in your eyes
why didn't i learn to ride my bike
when it was warm and sunny outside

why can't little kids tie their shoes
why can't the white people play the blues
why can't i fall in love with you
it must be because of the seasons

when the leaves start falling from the trees
when the birds start flirting with the bees
when the wind starts blowing from the east to the west
maybe you'll be the one that i like best

Thinking

clouds start forming i can't complain
'cause i think we might be in need of some rain
when it starts pouring
don't hide away without me

i bought an umbrella big enough for two
but it feels pretty empty under here without you
dry as a bone but i'm still alone
i'm so gray

when you're standing in a puddle with wet feet
and your head is sore from pounding drops of sleet
when the cold and lonely hours put your heart to the test
maybe i'll be the one that you like best

if the sky can open its eyes
and cry from up above
let's shed some tears of joy
and fall in love

The Ditty Bops

Short

i am treading on cow pile mountains
before you answer my call
lounging at breakfast a recoiled monster
with tied mouth somehow telling all

before it breaks before you've listened
short stacks are sitting high
lips are dry maybe you're guessing why

don't mean to make you sick
it just works out that way
you say it's walnut bread
we know it's what i say