Oscar Wilde
from Technicolor Hand Fruit by Plastic Inevitables
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When I was a child, having read Oscar Wilde
I knew I would not be sincere
But now I've grown older, I've broadened my shoulders
And everything seems to be so clear
No child am I, and I mean to imply
That I’m of a dominant mind
This world I have traveled, has slowly unraveled,
But I still refuse to unwind
Though Babel did fall, I'll still give you a call
And just hope that my point gets across
My words may be confused, but I hope you're amused
You know maybe it's you who's at loss
Out in the ocean, I can't see the shore
I've misplaced my boat and my sea legs are sore
Fireworks in the distance, but I know it's not Fourth of July
I've asked all of my questions, till now there's not been a reply
I've come too close to death, and now I must confess
That falling from space is too much
There's a time to be dying, but right now I'm vying
For a place to be treated as such
Whose child am I, I fell from the sky
And I just don't know where to call home
Now I'm battered and bruised, my knots have come loose
And I realize how little I've grown
I knew I would not be sincere
But now I've grown older, I've broadened my shoulders
And everything seems to be so clear
No child am I, and I mean to imply
That I’m of a dominant mind
This world I have traveled, has slowly unraveled,
But I still refuse to unwind
Though Babel did fall, I'll still give you a call
And just hope that my point gets across
My words may be confused, but I hope you're amused
You know maybe it's you who's at loss
Out in the ocean, I can't see the shore
I've misplaced my boat and my sea legs are sore
Fireworks in the distance, but I know it's not Fourth of July
I've asked all of my questions, till now there's not been a reply
I've come too close to death, and now I must confess
That falling from space is too much
There's a time to be dying, but right now I'm vying
For a place to be treated as such
Whose child am I, I fell from the sky
And I just don't know where to call home
Now I'm battered and bruised, my knots have come loose
And I realize how little I've grown
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from
Technicolor Hand Fruit,
released 10 June 2011
Sam Raptis: French Horn
Adam Tucker: Trumpet
Erik Owens: Trombone
Sam Raptis: French Horn
Adam Tucker: Trumpet
Erik Owens: Trombone
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Jun 2011 -
Jul 2010
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