Les Rêves Canadiens

          Sky Poke

          In the middle of my night
          There's a blue bird
          Draped over my shoulder
          And in the noon day sun
          I'm laughing like a loon

          Screaming at the Sun
          Crying to the Moon
          Another tragic tra-la-la

          The hills are mountains
          Echoing under thunder
          The trees scratch the sky
          To slow the spinning ride

          In a lightning stroked silhouette
          I rage at the moon
          Another tragic tra-la-la

          Death denies me
          It's dramatic lunge
          Life condemns me
          To echo
          Down an ill lit street

          The beat of feet
          To another tra-la-la

          The sun my curse
          My windmill glares for
          Me to come
          And my moon
          Another melancoly

          La-di-da
          Ha-ha-ha

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