(#2 was the second verse to Jerimiah was a bullfrog.
“If I was the king of the world…and so on”)
The tires of the motor coach spin unceasingly,
Spin unceasingly, spin unceasingly.
The tires of the motor coach spin unceasingly,
Throughout the whole of the city.
Paddle, paddle, paddle your dinghy,
Peacefully down the brook,
Gleefully, gleefully,gleefully,gleefully,
Existence is but a sleep story.
Embrace me more, danseuse of diminutive size,
Tabulate the illuminating apparatuses on the thoroughfare,
Repose with me in bedding of cambric,
You’ve experienced an active day on this diurnal journey.
I have traversed the empty barren sandy land on an innominate Equus ferus caballus,
It was a positive sensation to avoid water falling in drops condensed from vapor in the atmosphere.
(BTW Aspidistra, it’s not just you; I don’t get #3 either–“prismatic buckaroo” sounds like Rhinestone cowboy but the rest of the words don’t fit?)
You may not determine the meaning of my
You may not determine the meaning of my
Nay, you may not determine the meaning of my
Stoic visage
And so all persons have been informed about aves
a-a-a-aves, aves is current.
And so aves, aves, aves, aves is current.
And so aves, aves, aves, aves is current.
aves, aves, aves, aves is current.
Have you not been informed regarding aves?
And so all persons know that aves is current.
Aves, aves, aves is current.
Shall we be intimate on the avenue?
Shall we be intimate on the avenue?
Shall we be intimate on the avenue?
Shall we be intimate on the avenue?
None will be about to glimpse our doings,
Shall we be intimate on the avenue?
Posts #1, 2, and 3 of this thread are the correspondingly numbered verses in Joy To The World.
Prismatic buckaroo = rainbow rider
I abandoned my hollow muscular organ that pumps blood through the circulatory system by rhythmic contraction and dilation
in San Francisco…
… At the apex of a knoll, the town summons me…
…to a location in which the diminutive mass transit rail system cabin hauled by electrically operated hawsers ascends partially towards the constellations…
…the time period following sunrise finds a thick cloud of tiny water droplets suspended in the atmosphere at or near the earth’s surface which restricts visibility and sometimes results in frigid air temperatures, but I am nonetheless heedless…
In a repetitiously circadian cycle atop a promontory in a solitary manner, a dude with a silly smile mimics paralysis.
I admire voluminous gluteal protrusions and I am incapable of bearing false witness
Which individual is responsible for granting the canines a point of egress?
All of us abide in a golden colored boat that goes underwater…
Ooh, my miniscule attractive one, attractive one;
Might I enquire when I might expect some hours out of the day from you, Sharona?
Similar to an ingénue
Caressed in a completely novel manner
Similar to an ingénue
While your inner pulsations are closest
Is this the bona fide existence?
Is this just some sort of dream?
Call it a bunch of geology falling from a promontory,
No escape from what actually is.