El arte de las hadas, los niños perdidos, los locos, los indios, los genios y los gitanos

El arte de las hadas, los niños perdidos, los locos, los indios, los genios y los gitanos

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a n d e veryt h i n g under the sun is i n t u ne











THE LUNATIC IS ON THE GRASS





remembering games and daisy chains and laughs





Got to keep the loonies on the path










THE LUNATIC IS IN THE HALL




ARE IN MY HALL




THE PAPER HOLDS THEIR FOLDED FACES TO THE FLOOR




and every day the paper boy brings more.








And if the dam breaks open many years too soon




and if there is no room upon the hill




And if your HEAD explodes with darK forbodings too




I'LL SEE YOU ON THE DARK SIDE OF THE MOON








THE LUNATIC IS IN MY HEAD




YOU RAISE THE BLADE, YOU MAKE THE CHANGE




YOU RE-ARRANGE ME 'TILL I'M SANE








YOU LOCK THE DOOR




AND THROW AWAY THE KEY




THERE'S SOMEONE IN MY HEAD BUT IT'S NOT ME








and if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear




You shout and no one seems to hear




And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes




I'LL SEE YOU ON THE DARK SIDE OF THE MOON................




All that you touch

and all that you see

All that you taste

All you feel



and all that you love

and all that you hate

All you distrust

All you save


and all that you give

and all that you deal

And all that you buy

beg, borrow or steal


And all you create

and all you destroy

and all that you do

And all that you say

And all that you eat

And everyone you meet


and all that you slight and everyone you fight

And all that is now

and all that is gone

And all that's to come

and everything under the sun is in tune


but the sun is eclipsed by the moon.........................................................................