where do all these butterflies come from ?
butterflies everywhere flying humming writing lyrics
once there was a glass cage right in the middle of the hypermarket
people stopped and dreamt for a while before buying butterfly powder
for their washing-machines and butter lies for their stupid bellies
where are all these butterflies going ?
they are butterflying in my mind it's so naughty
they should not be allowed to have such a brief life
caterpillars eat so many leaves for just four wings on a flower
a few minutes of harmony fragrance space dust antennas
where are all these butterflies disappearing ?
a lover can't tell a lie to a butterfly it's so light
a black butterfly kissed a few priviledged people
on their forehead and made them enlightened
how lucky they don't have to wait for a falling star
Old fashioned and beautiful little movie...
You have to look for the song, now :
"the jeweler has a shop on the corner of the boulevard
in the night, in small spectacles, he polishes old coins
he uses spit and cloth and ashes
he makes them shine with ashes
he knows the use of ashes
he worships god with ashes
the coins are often very old by the time they reach
the jeweler
with his hands and ashes he will try the best he can
he knows that he can only shine them
cannot repair the scratches
he knows that even new coins have scars
so he just smiles
he knows the use of ashes
he worships god with ashes
in the darkest of the night
both his hands will blister badly
they will often open painfully
and the blood flows from his hands
he works to take from black coin faces
the thumbprints from so many ages
he wishes he could cure the scars
when he forgets he sometimes cries
he knows the use of ashes
he worships god with ashes"
Tom Rapp
US = Jeweler
The young man has no evil in his eyes
Neither has the old one
The old man has tears in his eyes
So has the young one
They both wish they were born blind
As they wouldn't even remember the light
How about catching a buzzing bee ?
Or maybe they'd rather capture a smooth butterfly ?
They know tiny animals are a cure for depression
They know elegant nurses are drifting along their minds
They know real lovers cannot meet insane killers
They know that ages ago the Earth was flat
They know starving brokenhearts can puke their pain
They know enlightened beings have no weight at all
They know you can't always get what you want
They know you never know what you're in for
They know, they know so much...
As much as their bleeding eyes can tell
You can tell from these eyes
They still remember the transparent vision
They were enlightened with
When they were blind...
look at your neighbour
he's fat hilarious bulbous wrinkled
what should you expect from him?
just like you he's been trapped for ages
in this... how do they call it ?... Great Big World !
pretty girls fart when they go to bed
old ladies frown when they sip their tea
young men turn olive green when they get mugged
some others play in rock'n'roll bands
the Big One is watching you while you shave
the little ones are playing tricks in tiny closets
strippers stick beer bottles between their legs
prayers are secretly dropped by parachutes on Earth
we dream
we inhale fumes and perfumes
we dye our hair
we die our lives
we wee
we week-end every week
till we remember who we are
do you remember your name every morning ?
will you remember your neighbour's name
when he gets sad, slim and give birth
to his own Timeless Face ?
