Songs

I’m swaying on the flax
just rehearsing my syntax
and I’m thinking of the sounds of stolen things

But I really need some honey
it makes me go all funny
so I’m never caring what tomorrow brings

Oh I’m a sound collector
and I’m really big on nectar
I scoff and scoff and scoff and scoff and scoff

Yes I’m a sound director
a really big reflector
I’m always turning cellphones on and off

I love old Benjie Britten
and all the stuff he’s written
I love me all that tasteful masquerade

and I may be just a vandal
but I still love me some Handel
when all those trees they crowd into a shade

I’m famous for my double throat
I quote and quote and quote and quote
my world is made of anecdote [my world is made of anecdote]

And I’m famous as a preacher
but I’m just a crazy creature
that is always trying to reach ya [yes I’m always trying to reach ya]

You see me in your garden
and you say I beg your pardon
’cause you see I’m busy doing my own thing

I’m trying out new notes
with my helicopter throat
and I’m thinking that I maybe am a king

And sometimes I’m a squawker
and sometimes I’m a talker
but all the time I sings and sings and sings

Yes I’m swaying on the flax
just rehearsing my syntax
I’m thinking of the sounds of stolen things