Thursday, October 29, 2009

Out of the sea...

...wish I could be part of that world.



"...I wanna be where the people are
I wanna see, wanna see 'em dancin'
walkin' around on those
What do you call 'em? Oh, feet...
Bet'cha on land they understand
That they don't reprimand their daughters
Bright young women, sick of swimmin'
Ready to stand...
And ready to know what the people know
Ask 'em my questions and get some answers
What's a fire, and why does it...
What's the word? Burn..."


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